Dumpin Lyrics

Oh God it's good to hear your voice

Yeah you too, so hows things going

Ermm, well it's hard to tell you know, with all the drugs and stuff

Murderous mind state

Can't keep my nine straight

Sippin' on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break

Show up and motherfuckas bow down, recognize

Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz

Untouchable mob of pistol packers

Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers'

Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs

Commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog

Who wants to see me solo?

Catch Makaveli while he sleeping

My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin', (Uh)

Duck cause you ass out

Drink 'til you pass out

Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house

Niggas is under me

They bitches come to me

They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see

Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed

Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies

I'm dumpin'

Can you get away?

So much pressure in the air

I know, I know

And I can't get away

Just for a little while love

I'm not happy here

I know it's hard but, can you get away?

So much pressure in the air

Let's go man, get up outta there. can you get away?

And I can't get away

Do you love him?

I'm not happy here

Do you love that man?

I'm stuck in jail, the D.A.'s tryin' to burn me

I'd be out on bail, if I had a good attorney

Want to label me a criminal and cuff me up

Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up - I ain't trippin'

In the county and I'm mad as fuck

Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch

Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rappin', they askin' me what happened

Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?

I can't sleep! They takin' Polaroids

And I'm tryin' to use the phone, but they makin' noise

Man I wish I had my Glock, cause it's major

I'm makin' shanks out the plastic in razors

These motherfuckers won't leave me alone, that's my word

'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder

I'm makin' co-llect calls to my ol' bitches

Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches

To all the suckers on the block, talkin' shit while I was locked up

Be prepared to get socked up

Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief

And you bullshit bitches ain't changin' me

I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell

And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail

(Out on bail) You know what fuckin' time it is

I'm out on bail

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto

A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels

Death before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first

Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse

Westside was the war cry bustin off freely

Screamin', "Fuck, all y'all niggas" in Swahili

Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back

Release me to the care, of my heartless strap

Say my name three times like Candyman

Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche

A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys

Murder my foes, can't control my nine

Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Picture me lettin' this chump survive

Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died

Cause I'm troublesome