Who Can I Trust Songtext / Lyric

Cormega: yo

Hot Boy: whats up

Cormega: that gangster shit

Hot Boy: for real , for realla siht

guerilla war

Cormega: yo

Hot Boy: guerilla war what

what

guerilla war what

for real , hot boys niggas


(verse one : cormega)

I write rhymes for niggas at nightime

Consider your life mines

Wheter you pumpin five packs or five pies

Montana livin it my persona imminent

Real niggas dont keep beef we finish it

No retreat no surrendering

No rockin me to sleep

I keep the heat up in my premsis

A whole different level of rhymes

Several of my competitors tried

Comin better than mines

Verbally im way ahead of my time

Mega im gloaduriezed through words

Son im living off the dimes you served

Stayin focused keepin an eye open for stray vultures

Everybody gotta go every day is a day closer

Im soakin in my sofa

Remiinsischin tony coked up

Life is fucked up

Even when you blow up


(chorus)

Hot Boys : Who can you trust

Cormega : Only a few and my nine i bust

Hot Boys : What do you lust

Cormega : The money and the power nigga

Hot Boys : Who you respect

Cormega : All my niggas thats no longer with us

And all the drug kingpins that showed us how to get it

(2 times)


(verse two : cormega)

Who the nicest

Nigga spittin the trife shit

Geto drama saga is for niggas wit inditments

Flippin white shit

Screaming fuck the feds

Squeezin your heat at police

Till you come to your hospital bed

Thug general

Write rhymes for criminals to listen to

If you aint real my shit aint even meant for you

My pen stains the paper like blood

My mind is like a nine and my rhymes are like a slug

Before I snitch like a bitch

Id rather die like a thug

If they areign me for banging

Id throw my signdam at the judge

Im almighty

Defy me till these four fours beside me

Red light gedadme til your vital point

With my heater I annoint

You a second from death

My only regret that i emptied out my whole clip

Bein sulk beyotch


(chorus)


(verse three : cormega)

To my thugs

Its unconditional love

Im giving you how to end it out the motherfuckin system too

Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready to face

Consequences of life the street fed me

Ready rock chopped the punk that bought my high top dunks

And crack fiends sold me a baby nah.. hold up

This aint some shit i just made up in a rhyme this the realness

In a reflection of a sinner I spit

Yo feel this my name

Alone have me mainting a phone

On a comethru not to mention a banger I own

Aint nothin new why the fuck would I front for you

Im a felony offender you showin your jealousy nigga


(chorus)

Cormega: Who can i trust, who can i trust, word up nigga

Hot Boy: Hot boy nigga, cash money nigga, guerilla war nigga

Get it right and keep it right

You need to be down to get up

Cormega: Yeah Nigga