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letra de trust nobody - nem from schemaposse

[intro: nem as the narrator]
as he strolls through the block
he smoking an serving the rocks
thinking of dipping the city with glocks
for some robbing an’ setting up shop
but the thing is he’s needing the funds
he’s thinking of busting a lick on the run
n-gg-s out copping a gun and he’s ’bouta go hunt… (’bouta go hunt…)
making a call to the homie pookie
he’s one of the homies who got no problem bustin’ a toolie
and he a bully… (and he a bully…)

[verse: nem as “homie” & “pookie”]
yo pookie, what you gonna be doin’?
in a little i’m gonna be scoopin’
we gotta start! gimmie the lootin’
my n-gg-…
i’m ready for busting the trigga
just give me some liqour
i’m living on stick ups and ripping the mexican pick-ups
my livers been feeling bit sicker
need a good clinic for fixing this shit up
who do i gotta bust?
point at the n-gg- i’m running up and i’ma f-ck him up
stickin’ ’em up and running amok
ain’t no cost for breaking the law
breaking the jaw, can’t say what they saw
breaking the doors, look in the drawers
taking the gold and taking the souls
say no mo’, .44 on the low, yo
go to the front door, bell just rung, yo
let’s be out tho’
hit the south, yo
where they got those big -ss houses
let’s.. ride…
i’m seeing a crib on the right
shit is huge and it’s painted all white with a sick -ss sight
with a thick -ss wife that’ll get that pipe when i’m done tonight
strolling through the window, really slow mo, on the low low
open the back door, pulling the mac out
looking for stacks now, found the dough
“uhh.. who the f-ck are you?”
follow me, follow me, follow me now
‘fore this nine millimeter go blow
don’t make a sound or you’ll die now
locking the door, throw the key out
taking the jewelry and all the chronic
just take any and all electronics
no need to p-wn shit!
everything is getting put it in the back of the trunk
another dumb f-ck just woke up and he’s hiding behind of the sofa
hopped up in the family rover before the police can show up
then we started jetting like we driving in a cobra

[outro: nem as the narrator]
as they hit the highway he noticed pookie wasn’t smiling
homie quickly started wilding and he punched him as he driving
they swerved, hitting a coconut tree
pookie got into the driver seat
shot his homie then he steadily fled the scene
taking the jewelry and all the green
while the homie was left to bleed to death
that’s what he gets… that’s what he gets…
don’t trust n-body.. trust n-body…
that’s what he gets… that’s what he gets…
don’t trust n-body.. trust n-body…
that’s what he gets… that’s what he gets…
don’t trust n-body.. trust n-body…
that’s what he gets… that’s what he gets…

- nem from schemaposse

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