The Shadiest One
W.C Lyrics
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(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look, nigga
get out there, nigga
these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
we gon' get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll, nigga
[continues, indistinct]
[Verse 1: WC]
I'ma walk it down, now
fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
pistol packin'
who ever thought dem fools would catch on
and we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
dub see and see Mac take tha money 'n run
[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
burnin' up in his drive
two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better have 9 lives
nigga speak
[Man's Voice]
Where you at?
[CJ Mac]
Close nigga
you just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I never tell no
nigga when I'm comin' through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his town
[WC]
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
shit happens
[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
niggas blast, when it come to cash
niggas mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
niggas mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
[WC second half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
swiss suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I remember
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
[WC]
fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
'cause baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ Mac]
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da link
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
[WC]
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?)
Hey nigga it's goin' down
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's bring these in hea
Fuck these niggas!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where Fred stay
they ain't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!
[WC]
CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the money
[CJ Mac]
I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?
[WC]
They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ Mac]
Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game
you didn't know that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit
[gunshot]
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back
{gunshots continue}
[WC]
Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ Mac]
I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da dough
kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
see me vomit blood,
nigga eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}
[WC]
On my knees, I'ma see da bust back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
ain't no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
[Chorus x2]
I feel sorry, nigga
just like every dog has his day,
every loc get his nights
I'll be back at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga
it ain't nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't nothin'
It's goin' down
I'ma get that motherfucker
It's on!
The Shadiest One by W.C and CJ Mac talks about a robbery gone wrong. The song starts with a conversation between two men, where they are hatching a plan to rob a group of out-of-town men. The first verse is all about W.C’s paranoia after having worked with the out-of-town men. The plan was to make a transaction of cash with three Calos, for under the zone, but WC and CJ Mac decided to take the money and run. The second verse is by CJ Mac, where he talks about driving with the cash and how they didn't stop to count the money. CJ Mac mentions some details about the gas cans in the car and the money. The chorus comes in next, where they are talking about how you shouldn't mess with someone's cash ‘cause they'll retaliate with violence.
The third verse starts with CJ Mac again, talking about the situation suddenly becoming tense because their connection was found murdered. They both realize that people are after them, and WC has been shot, and so CJ Mac starts to shoot back as well. WC and CJ Mac come to the same conclusion that there is no love in this game, and shit happens. The song ends with them still talking about getting back at the people who messed with them.
Line by Line Meaning
I'ma walk it down, now
I will explain it thoroughly
fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
dealing with unfamiliar people
got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
feeling paranoid and carrying a gun
pistol packin'
armed with a handgun
who ever thought dem fools would catch on
surprised that those fools figured it out
and we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
selling drugs discreetly in the back of a car
see da plan was to make a transaction to match
planned to make a deal
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
exchanging three kilos of drugs for a large sum of money
you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
you understand the plan and what will happen
dub see and see Mac take tha money 'n run
WC and CJ Mac grab the money and escape
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
getting close to the destination and feeling intense
burnin' up in his drive
speeding in his car
two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
driving at a fast pace, constantly checking the rearview mirror
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
saw the state police repeatedly
he make this stop, better have 9 lives
if he stops us, we better be prepared to face the consequences
Close nigga
getting close to the target
you just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
make sure you have the money so we can leave quickly
I never tell no
I never give away any information
nigga when I'm comin' through his town
when I visit his area
set us up, get a crew, gun his town
organize a group to attack his neighborhood
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
I've done this before
after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
after we deceive these individuals, we will deceive others
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
an unfamiliar person holding a gun
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
be careful, you're dealing with dangerous people
shit happens
unfortunate events occur
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
don't mess with someone's money
niggas blast, when it come to cash
people will resort to violence when it involves money
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
don't mess with someone's money
niggas mash, on dat ass
people will go all out to protect their finances
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
don't mess with someone's money
niggas mash, on dat ass
people will go all out to protect their finances
fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
for the sake of someone's money, people will resort to violence
I'ma walk it down, now
I will explain it thoroughly
(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
this is the time to deceive and exploit others
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
going fast, confident that no one is suspicious
swiss suitcase, jit
a high-quality suitcase, young person
we ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
didn't take the time to count the money
shit, nigga, I remember
damn, I recall
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
there were two gas cans filled with guns
fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
tricked her and brought her back to the hotel
sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
mailed more drugs back home
to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
to earn more money by deceiving people
'cause baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
because the baby needs new shoes and the father wants a luxury car
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
contact my friend Fred
he set up da link
he established the connection
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
gave him $10,000 as a thank you
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
instructed him to stay quiet, people might try to intimidate him
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
if he talks too much, someone might harm him
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
two months later, I found him beaten up
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
severely assaulted on his porch, in a humiliating manner
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I can't believe these guys are in Los Angeles
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
I picked up the AK-47 and contacted CJ
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey, CJ, we have a problem with these guys
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
CJ, I found Fred in bad shape
(slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?)
Calm down, is Fred on the porch?
Hey nigga it's goin' down
Hey, something bad is happening
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Meet me at your girlfriend's place
Fuck that, let's bring these in hea
Forget that, let's handle this situation here
Fuck these niggas!
Screw these guys!
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
Driving fast on the highway, then slowing down at the exit
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
I feel anxious, something is wrong
How da fuck they found where Fred stay
How did they locate Fred's residence?
they ain't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!
they have never been there before, something's off
CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
CJ, don't worry, they just murdered your girl
left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
left her bleeding on the porch with screwdrivers in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the money
ransacked the house, taking the drugs and the money
I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?
I understand that, but why are you covered in blood?
They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo'
They took the $100,000 we stole and two additional amounts
and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
and if I know Bo, he probably stayed at a motel
Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game
Bo is a tough guy who is deeply involved in the game
you didn't know that motherfuckas name!
you didn't know that guy's name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
first you found Fred dead, then you found my girl beaten
nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit
I'm not dumb, you're responsible for this
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
Someone shot me in my shoulder
reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back
grabbed my gun and retaliated with gunfire
Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die
Life is unpredictable and can end suddenly
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
you only have one opportunity to assess the situation, don't trust anyone
shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
I should have realized from the beginning that I'm not compassionate
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
screw this equal partnership, we're going separate ways
I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da dough
I won't let this guy get away with the money
kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
did you kill my girl?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
fired five or four shots, hit him twice, one in the stomach
see me vomit blood
observed me spitting blood
On my knees, I'ma see da bust back, fuck that
on my knees, I'll fight back, screw that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
somehow I endured with a wicked attitude
ain't no rules to dis shit, we jackers
there are no rules in this game, we're robbers
ain't no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
there is no love in this game, things go wrong
I feel sorry, nigga
I feel sympathetic, man
just like every dog has his day
everyone eventually gets what they deserve
every loc get his nights
every gang member gets their time to shine
I'll be back at ya, my nigga
I will retaliate, my friend
it ain't nothin'
it's not a big deal
It's goin' down
something significant is happening
I'ma get that motherfucker
I will capture that person
It's on!
we are ready to fight
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