Pericos, Los - Más Cerca Del Cielo lyrics

Who do you trust?

Can't trust your bitch, can't trust your partner

And you sho' nuff can't trust the white man

You trust yourself

[VERSE 1]

I'm strugglin and strivin, hustlin and divin, and duckin from the five-o's

And from them marks right down the way we call our rivals

Young soldiers ten deep on the grind spot

We got the trumps and dimes hot and here's where the line stops

And I can't keep my nine in the bushes, Spice

Cause them jealous niggas and them dopefiends and the fuckin vice

Want a nigga to close shop because I'm tearin a grip

I got they spot shook down, let's empty the round, down the clip

They try to ride, must thought we leave, nigga, but never that

They send some dopefiends over to kill us, nigga, but never that

Straight punks call the task

They can't work the helicopters, k9's and gats on that ass

Niggas hit the fences droppin all they twamps, intentions fail

Tryin to make it to my hooptie, but my homie scooped me

Hittin fences, one of my boys got snagged

We tried to get him loose, but the k9's came and chewed his ass

My other boy's on the roof jumpin house to house, he lost a step

And fell to the ground and broke his fuckin neck

They're killin my crew off, they're killin my crew off

We gotta split up or these k9's and helicopers gonna get us

So I bail, never look back, I think I lost him

Killed his k9 dog, I cut him up and then I tossed him

My other boys said fuck it, they stopped and had a showdown

Before they got took the task counted four down

My other bro was hurt, he hit his knees and threw his hands up

They put two zips of coke in his pockets, then they put him in handcuffs

I was almost through the share and breathin heavy

If I made it when I got behind the wheels I knew they couldn't fade it

I done told you bout them do's and can't's and that shift kick

I hit them corners and five-o got ditched quick

Them niggas ratted us out, the five-o banged coke and gatted us out

Now I'ma show you fools what bein mad is about

[CHORUS 1]

The five-o, hoes and niggas know

I can't give them my trust

Cause if I turn my back on them

They just might start to bust

[VERSE 2]

I started with ten niggas, I'm down to the dome

I got no block to call my spot, I got no hood to call my home

I must stay strong and maintain D.T.A.

My real homies are gone, so now that gotta be the way

I started in the streets like a hobo, now I'm mobile

I organize my business, but I still duck the robo

I make mo' money, breakin ounces down sellin sacks, fuck them savages

Kickin my dough down, lookin for packages

I had to down my Chavelle and come anew

Cause I was hot from the block when I used to run the crew

In Oakland on the East Side you know how we ride

We like to swing and slide, whip them old schools and make them inches tight

So I flip the 50 with deposit tractions

Sitton on chrome, Toni supercharge ?Braxton?

You hear me then you wonder where I am

The Flowmaster dude's barkin hard with the hitters and them camps

First 50 in the Town with the racing stripes

Smokin it up like them dopefiends basin pipes

Niggas know I got the sack

They got a drop but I don't, but they know the trigger got my back

I see they mouths droolin, niggas gettin shifty-eyed

They wanna jack me cause they know that my 50 ride

One fool tried to jack me on the late tip

Aimed for this chest but I caught him in the hip

Keep one in the chamber with the meter on my dick

Since the safety's on the trigger you'se one dead nigga

[CHORUS 2]

The five-o, hoes and niggas know

I can't give them my trust

Cause if I sleep, they'll creep on me

And then I will be fucked

[VERSE 3]

Now I got them zippers and them quarters and them eights

My stack is gettin fat, so I'm lockin it up in safes

I got the combination tatooed on my brain

Hear all them busters sayin, "That dude's rollin caine"

Whenever the niggas are rollin the dank and the stank I'm makin the bank

I set up a shop on the block cause drivin and servin the fools I can't

I told you in the first verse my first shop got shut down

100 grand strong from the dank, I gives a fuck now

A daily operation, more than 40 grand a week

And if they raise the profit, the Goldy man'll speak

The rollers give a fuck about the niggas grindin dime sacks

They always slap em up and scare em just to find where I'm at

Shit, there was a time when I was a soldier on the block myself

Now I'm stressin and I'm knowin now that I got my wealth

Now I'm the man with the team that's worked with under me

But I don't trust none of them fools as far as I can see

I know I should cut em loose

Cause if they get caught and have to do 5 they turn me in and settle for 2

Plus they're bringin me five g's a day

I can't let em go, I'm stuck, so I gota hit my knees and pray

Cause I'ma go out like I came in, a soldier

And if I get corner shopped, you all be sayin I told ya

And what I made is mine

Fuck you hoes tryin to find where my safe is at

You all get your face a smack

I don't trust anybody

I be one locked up or dead nigga with a hidden safe full of money

[CHORUS 1 & 2]

The five-o, hoes and niggas know

I can't give them my trust

Cause if I turn my back on them

They just might start to bust

The five-o, hoes and niggas know

I can't give them my trust

Cause if I sleep, they'll creep on me

And then I will be fucked

Yeah, muthafucka

Watch your backsides and your frontsides

Don't trust any muthafuckin body

You can't trust the white man

You can't trust that janky bitch you're with

You sho' nuff can't trust the next nigga

Come up to the head, bra

Get your money up

Fuck ya