Don’t Trust ‘em (Letra)

Three 6 Mafia

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What what x10

(chorus) x4
My nigga told me once don’t you trust them motherfuckers
They act like they your thugs but they phoney motherfuckers

You trust no you trust no fucking bitch
Cuz if you trust a fucking bitch you be in the ditch
Oh no you let a hoe
Set you up and now its time to let these hoes know its go
You kickin in some doors you lay them on the floor
You put the gun to they motherfucking fo bro
Is it fucking come
Is it fucking go
I kill a hoe like i kill a fucking nigga bro
I thought you fucking knew you fucking with the six
You fuck with us we put your body in a fucking ditch
Bitch you done fucked around with the clique
Clique of motherfuckers thats sick bitch
We don’t trust no hoe
We don’t trust no man
We got our own fucking thing don’t you understand
Now how the fuck the hoes think they taken something
You take nothing you only taken fucking drama

Chorus

How could you betray your folk
Haters like you should be smoked
Killed wrapped in plastic body bags cuz your ?
Trick we coming after ya
Death is looking drastical
Strapped up spectacular
Then suck blood like dracula
Best make sure you haven’t said
Never hide the evidence
Use to be my nigga now i’m rampaging your residence
Pay my dues down the juice
Stealing what ?
Cuz you owe me by niggas i knew back in middle school
What happened to blazing bags
Hanging out and skipping class
Now you in a dampy position bitch you wanna blast
Hating us supieror
Scummy as bacteria
Murder your ass now meeting the criteria
Ain’t no use in being shamed
Blood on your mirror frame
And that was provided from my desert eagle the brain
I’m deranged born crazed
Shimmey to the turning lane
Couldn’t trust this nigga so i took his ass out the game

Chorus

Ash to ash
Dust to dust
How many motherfuckers that i can’t trust
I can’t trust such
I can’t trust such
And i sure can’t trust that nigga that be riding in that back trunk
And i can’t trust my gal
Cuz my gal she snitch
And i can’t trust that bitch
Cuz a bitch is a bitch
And i can’t trust that nigga that i use to hang with
Cuz that nigga i use to hang with he’ll flow like a bitch
And i can’t trust chuck
Cuz chuck hear what
Have me walking round here singing shookey like dookey
And i can’t trust my ?
Bust out my window and i ?
All over my car
Nigga you know who i am
Rat tat tat is my level
Pushing bodies in bags
Bodies in bag and have your ass walking the procession
Fuck with me my nigga putting bodies in bag nigga

Chorus

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Don’t Trust Em (Letra)

Ice Cube

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You can’t trust a big butt and a smile
No, that’s the old style
In ninety-deuce, shit ain’t quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It’s kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain’t what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the news done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y’all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain’t about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you’ll get a bullet in your brain, mr rich
And about that bitch, don’t trust em

Chorus

(ice cube comin at’cha with a crazy bitch)
Don’t trust no (bitch! bitch! bitch!)
(ice cube comin at’cha with a crazy bitch)
You can’t trust no (bitch! bitch! bitch!)
*repeat*

Here’s how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club, stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain’t have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn’t wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your bmw
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And jimmy just wouldn’t listen
Cos you got real horny
And that ain’t cool at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "no!
"not on the first date
"it’s gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?"
You said "yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
And you’ll regret and somethin ‘bout a bitch you just met
Don’t trust em!

Interlude:
(scratching of bbd’s ‘poison’ and pe’s ‘don’t believe the hype’)

Eight o’clock on the dot, nigga’s hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a solo creep
Can’t wait till her little boy go to sleep
So you can seduce the g
Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff’rent plans
She said "take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
While she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you’s a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You’re scared as a motherfucker and jimmy done went limp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
Take you out and pop the cap
I told you the bitch was a trap
Don’t trust em!

Chorus