Dusted 'n Disgusted

E-40

[Featuring SPice 1 2Pac Mac Mall]



Verse One: E 40



I'm really not all that sure



bout when things is finna mature



So let me find me a nigga with a grip



and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops



(What's the definition of a lick?)



Taking a niggaz shit



(Hey put that on sumthin)



I put that on The Click The Click



Back to fuckin 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 funky, it's called survival



What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled



(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk



I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false



We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed



I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all



She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball



Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker



Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious



Verse Two: Spice-1



Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill



Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit



that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)



And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs



Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug



Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted



It's that bitch that killed ya



Took all your money peeled ya



Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's



while a nigga 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 nigga, that nigga didn't make that money



Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him



He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets