Don't trust a bitch for nothin'/ She's easy to get but sneaky, sneaky (Let her catch ya slippin' she's takin' your cash, and then she's leavin'/�Sayin' that she love you, but she really don't/�She wants your name and your fame, and that's just what she want)
-Tony Tone-
Listen up/ No disrespectin' to you ladies, but I gotta tell you about yourself, 'cause your ways are shady, thinkin' that that ass is gonna drive me crazy/ Thinkin' 'cause you look good like you should, but it's only a front to get what I want/�Is that all I want?�And then you're on your own/�See I�grew up in a household of women, so I know your schemes/�I know your plans,�I know your dreams,�I know everything/ See, nothings changed about me/�Oh, I'm gullible 'cause I'm in this industry?�Fuck that shit,�fuck that bitch, you was only good for suckin' dick/�Remember my clique? It makes me sick when I think about it at times/�Like Freaknic when you were around, you still thinkin' you down? Hell no,�I don't think so/�You lied on me, hoe/�This bitch just tried to come between me and my niggas,�she gots to go
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-Boogy Nikke-
The game you can not trust 'em, them bustas, them cluckas, them sucka motherfuckers can't love ya for nothin'/�They always got they sneaky clenchy look up in they eye (Why you lookin' like that?)�And why they wanna try to fuck up a good thing with the B-double-O-G-Y? Uh-uh, not I/�Too much of a soldier mentally and physically, got tatted on my back/�I work for the bishop and me, which means bitch get up and pearl if you think the Boog' got your world done/�Bitch, you got a nigga cold caught up in the midst of your twist/�Better check your lips because the eye, they never lie/ Try to spy, the lies/ Hey guy, don't trust a bitch for nothin', she's easy to get but sneaky, sneaky
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-Mo' Hart-
You'll never get a chance to break this heart again/ Tricked me good 'cause I thought I had a friend to the end/ Just about gone too far, just about had enough/�Tryin' to test my mental skills will get your ass lumped the fuck up/ So keep runnin' your mouth,�you make me wanna sweat your grill/�Steadily rollin' round town like you was God's gift to man/ Wantin' my love and in a hellafied ass way, but you don't know how to come, so you persist in playin' silly ass games, throwin' you coochie at 'em/�Now, I gotsta get ghosts on you fast 'cause I�ain't down for what's eventually comin' to pass/�All in my pockets, tryin' to stick me for my paper (Gimme my shit)�This bitch isn't straight (Bitch) Now pray, not down for doin' time for one domestic caper
-Chorus-
Available on the Poetic Hustla'z album Trials N Tribulations
