2pac - Dusted n Disgusted

Song Rating: 9.38/10

Song lyrics:

[E-40](Richie Rich)
Im really not all that sure
Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a n***a with a grip
And hit his a** quick with one of them licks
(Whats the definition of a lick?) Taking a n***as sh**
(Hey put that on sumthin) I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to f**in work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funking, its called survival
What yall wanna do? They got us skunked
(Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if it was a fifth well all be drunk
Im heated, them n***as cheated, played me false
We had a meetin, sh** posed to been squashed
I noticed one k**a on the double dribble and set him up yall
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick a** b**h, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern b**hes, aka Posie p**yfictious

[Spice 1]
n***a been holdin guts, but sh** on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material sh**
Thats when I get to k**in sh** (k**in sh**)
And settin im up and havin im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta f** with savage thug
Pistol pop in they a**, see n***as be gettin this twisted
Its that b**h that k**ed ya, took all your money peeled ya
Seven n***as bust in the room with AKs
While a n***a be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that n***a, that n***a didnt make that money
Left them n***as jacked up, and the b**h she macked him
Hes a busta, punk a** n***a, yall know the streets
Thats why that n***a naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
Its just a part of the game he didnt feel
b**hes will k**, f** a n***a, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You dont know that ho main that b**h cant be trusted
Dusted and di-motherf**in-sgusted

[Hook: E-40]
Some cold hearted sh**
Back to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whachall wanna do, whachall wanna do
Cold hearted b**hes
Back to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whachall wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted sh**
Back to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And its them cold hearted n***a
Back to f**in work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted

Lets let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack c**aine
Try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MCs and b**hes be the reason why
The smoke be comin up out the chop, with my n***a Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My futures lookin sick
Im in my rag hittin switches Im suspicious of these b**hes
I keep on, calllin, but aint nobody pickin up
I think shes stallin, this evil b**h is tryin ta set me up
Came all alone if its on then its on
Wheres my motherf**in chrome, on these jealous n***as dome
Its a war zone (war zone) but Im a man so with gun in hand
Im on my way to see this ho you know the f**in plan
Cant understand, but the things aint the same
You could die over these b**hes if you slippin in the game
n***as gang bang, but b**hes gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you a smart figure, dont have no love in your heart n***a
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
b**hes cant be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you f**in fool

(These hoes out here tryin to hold a n***as heart
So a n***a get his money f**ed with
Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these b**hes upside down
Whats gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo if
A b**h ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be f**in with mo MCs than Jack the Rapper)
(Aight f** it, what you say Mall?
Ay, f** them sheisty a** bootches, n***a)

[Mac Mall]
The California lifestyle that I live
Where the b**hes is crooked and n***as jus dont give
A flyin f**, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have sh** major
And a b**h wont save ya
So I aint playin Captain Save-a-Ho
I mob up in ya like a pro and then Im gone
Im like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that a**

[Spice 1]
Them hoes jacked that a**
n***a woulda got smokin on that hash
Cant have my cash, better go and take your n***a stash
Cuz hes a busta, n***as with clusters
Slippin in sh**, betta jack that n***a fore I jack his a** b**h
Never was no love for the mark-a**, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy b**hes, cant let them p**y b**hes

Gank that a**, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes n***a, slow your roll dont go too fast
Cause bulletproof aint doin no good no mo no mo no mo no mo
Now, n***as comin up dead with they brains blew out on the f**in floor
Damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one n***a less
One n***a less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem b**hes played a game of d**h
Look over your shoulder watch your back dont even trust it
Im tryin to told ya end up dusted


Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 10:07