Livin in the city of the scandalous, shiesty mother fuckas
  Can't even trust my own brothers,
  So who can i choose to trust ? me that's who.
  Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die.
  Jealous, envious, fools wanna rush this.
  Loco cuban ass nigga with the cash shit.
  Mother fuckers better get your own
  And leave mine alone forty five ways to get domed.
  I send out the invitation,
  To the party of your elimination.
  I got peeps that play for keeps........
  Now i'm layin your ass down to sleep.
  But every hustler wanna be ballin
  But don't got the ball's for the shot callin.
  I pull strings, the don king;
  Only in america can i hustle and flex my muscle.
  [hook].
  
  
  Where can i roam to get my hustle on,
  Killafornia stackin the chips got the full clips.
  Loaded and cocked used to run with a glock;
  Nina milimeter sig lightin up the fuckin block now,
  Who you gonna trust? who can you trust?
  I don't know, but if your comin on my corner; i'm gonna bust.
  You can't handle us, devious, dangerous,
  Criminal mentality, insanity.
  I move weight from state to state.
  All the niggas movin weight can you relate.
  [hook].
  
  
  Where can i chill to get my hustle on,
  In the alley way comin up all nite long.
  Fuck workin at mc' dee's
  I'm rollin with the o.z's, and the q.p's
  Puffin on tree's.
  Who you gonna trust? who can you trust?
  Not that shady mother fucker in the city of scandalous.
  {hook}..............end.