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WC lyrics : "The Shadiest One"

(feat. CJ Mac)


Hey, ^!$$%, gimme some of them water and chip's, %#@!
[other man]
lock 'em up, ^!$$%, lock 'em, bull%#@!

hey, look, ^!$$%
get out there, ^!$$%

these ^!$$%s ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
we gon' get in and get out
[other man]

we on a roll, ^!$$%
[continues, indistinct]

[Verse 1: WC]
I'ma walk it down, now
$#&@in' wit deez out-a-town ^!$$%s

got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
pistol packin'
who ever thought dem fools would catch on

and we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash

you know da deal, ^!$$% you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run

[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as $#&@
burnin' up in his drive

two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better have 9 lives

^!$$% speak

[Man's Voice]

Where you at?

[CJ Mac]

Close ^!$$%
you just have tha cash right so we can go's, ^!$$%
I never tell no

^!$$% when I'm comin' through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his town

$#&@ that, I dun dis %#@! befo'
after we twist deez ^!$$%s, we gon twist some mo'

[CJ Mac]
Out-a-town ^!$$% havin' a pistal in hand

whatcha paper, you $#&@in' wit some jackets, player
%#@! happens

[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Don't $#&@ wit a ^!$$%s cash
^!$$%s blast, when it come to cash

^!$$%s mash, on dat $$#
Don't $#&@ wit a ^!$$%s cash
^!$$%s mash, on dat $$#

fo' a ^!$$%s cash, ^!$$%s blast

[WC second half overlaps]

(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)

[Verse 2: CJ Mac]

Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
swiss suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to count da cash, ^!$$%

%#@!, ^!$$%, I remember
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata

fake twista, took her $$# back to da piz-ad
sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad

to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-^!$$% loot (wooh!)
cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe

[CJ Mac]
Call my ^!$$%, Fred, yo friend

he set up da link
gave his $$# ten-thousand, thanked him n' %#@!
told him 'Shut the $#&@ up', ^!$$%s try sweating
and have to take his $$# out there, he bound to wetting

Uh huh, two months passed, I found his $$# trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the $#&@? I know these ^!$$%s ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my ^!$$% CJ

[music stops, dial tone (CJ Mac)]
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez ^!$$%s (what?)
Hey CJ ^!$$% I just found this ^!$$% Fred $#&@ed up
(slow down, ^!$$%) on the porch (Fred?)

Hey ^!$$% it's goin' down
Hey ^!$$% meet me at cho (*##$ spot, ^!$$% (what?)
$#&@ that, let's bring these in hea
$#&@ these ^!$$%s!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
%#@! my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right ($#&@ that)
How da $#&@ they found where Fred stay
they ain't never been out there, hold up, what the $#&@?!

CJ, don't trip, ^!$$%, dey just killed yo (*##$
left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the money

[CJ Mac]
I could see that %#@!, but why the $#&@ you so bloody?

They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know that ^!$$% Bo he checked a in mo (motel)

[CJ Mac]
Bo, hard ^!$$%, who parted the game

you didn't know that mother$#&@as name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my (*##$ wit her wig split
^!$$% I ain't stupid, you did that %#@!

Mother$#&@a shot me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back

[gunshots continue]

^!$$%, lifes a (*##$ and then you die
you only get one chance to check, ^!$$%, trust no ^!$$%
shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
$#&@ this 50-50 %#@!, this is where we depart

[CJ Mac]
I'll be damned if I let this ^!$$% walk wit' da dough
kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
see me vomit blood,
^!$$% eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}

On my knees, I'ma see da bust back, $#&@ that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
ain't no rules to dis %#@!, we jackers
ain't no love in this game, motha$#&@a, %#@! happens

[Chorus x2]

I feel sorry, ^!$$%
just like every dog has his day,
every loc get his nights
I'll be back at ya, my ^!$$% (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo $$# did some %#@! like that to me, ^!$$%
it ain't nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't nothin'
It's goin' down
I'ma get that mother$#&@er
It's on!

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