Nothing Personal

[Intro]

*We gonna do a song that you never heard before*

Yeah, street knowledge

Straight off the motherfuckin' streets of Trinity

For you listeners, check it

[Verse 1: Mike B.]

Don't you player hate me, ho

Man, I'm 'bout tired of this ho shit

I'm heartless out the garden, no nigga to fuck with

On the block with the stone (Yeah)

And them other ho's are jealous 'cause we bringin' more money home

I'm keepin' all of my player points

I get paid, on the cool, then sit back and smoke a joint

I know my mind ain't tight, D

If I ain't even got my cousin with the nerves to de-cite me (Ha)

And them niggas we was raised with, talkin' nonsense

'Cause they still had to rob and shit

Let's go to the memory lane, bone (Way back)

They was raised with a daddy, I was born without a home

My mama couldn't take care of me

I live my life day by day, on the clock, G

But that's life, shit, and it don't quit

Straight up, holmes (What's up man?)

I'm no nigga to fuck with

[Bridge]

Murder-rem a-mis a-murder-rem

Tell them puss a-them a-why murder-rem

A-miss-a murder-rem a-miss-a murder-rem

Tell them puss a-them a-why murder-rem, it's a

[Verse 2: D]

It has gotten to a point that I'm fed up with the bullshit

And the player hater punk clique

Everywhere I go, I feel myself bein' watched

So I pack a forty five just in case I'm busted

No need in lyin' sayin' I'm not paranoid

As another day approaches, I'm alive

I say thanks, god, and I'm a targeted man

When I step out on the scene they say "I wish I had your hands"

That's when I turn with silence

Never speakin' my mind 'cause it might be critical violence

Put my pride to the side and then I jet away

Thop a joint, take a pull, it's another day

It's a damn shame, these tricks

(And why you say that, D) Them niggas mad over a bitch

But them hoes don't do it their way anyway

Givin' up the cock, fillin' one day, pay day

The new school has made the players turn into haters

Traitors, and low down perpetrators

Step in the Garden, grab your gear with a full kit

(Yeah, you motherfuckers) I'm no nigga to fuck with

[Bridge]

Bomboclaat me yea gon' tell them 'bout your rass

Bomboclaat me yea gon' tell them 'bout your pussy rassclaat

Bomboclaat, me yea gon' tell them 'bout your rass

Bomboclaat, me yea gon' tell them 'bout your pussy rassclaat

Listen

[Verse 3: D]

In the ward, they say I'm soulful

I'm a hustler if you want it, I can get it in a dry drove

The jealous hearted are mad at D

But we all got five seasons, we can go out and get it, G

Stop makin' up those punk excuses (Yeah)

'Cause the game that you bring is defenseless and useless

Hey yo, I learnt a long time ago

Don't be a race lover (Ho), Columbians gotta go

When I was shackin' in the underground

My nigga Eazy and fought to hook me up say "They still down"

The rumor out on the streets (Yeah)

Was that I got thirty five in my appeal, yo, I couldn't beat

See, I'm supposed to be locked up, ha

But I ain't, you can tell by the bank that I stacked up

I ain't scared to go get it (So go and get it)

But the game has it's ups and downs

Make a punk quit it

You see, D is a die hard

As I'm thinkin' i'm-a send a peace shot to my nigga Floyd

Yeah, he tried to get it (Quick, too quick)

So add him to the list man (Add this to the list)

No nigga to fuck with

[Bridge]

All of them brothers do for test me test me

What if you know me, I'm the dance machine, a-miss-a

All of them brothers do for test me test me

What if you know me, I'm the dance machine, miss-a

[Verse 4: D]

Cartel is real, not a clique of gang or slang

Just some brothers carryin' and realizing

Togetherness equals love, not about a push or shove

Get it in gill, black, my bother full of wits

Cartel (No niggas to fuck with)