Artist: G'Fellas (Nino Brown & Slow Pain) f/ Don Cisco, Jay Tee Album: Crime Stories Song: Don't Slip Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [Don Cisco] Yeah, uh You know Hun Let's get this motherfucker started like this, ah (Verse 1) [Don Cisco] Well, it's the most underrated, west coast anticipated Finally made it, sittin' on top And suckers hate it To see us put it down for the streets But we gon' keep it underground, we steady packin' heat I'm a global savage, total package, who's the homey On the twelves, none else but DJ Tony himself Son Baby Beesh, ridin' right on the side of me With player partner Jay Tee, now we N2Deep See, I ride around town and floss Put it down with a player named Frost And we never take no loss It's the cost that they pay For fuckin' with them players from the Bay to L.A. Now this is what they say [Jay Tee] You see, we all about the money, can't take that shit We gots a gang of veteranos, tryin' to make that hit We forty deep, if you countin' cousins, we the dirty dozens On the caper, we full time money makers Stayed in the game when the chips was low To be a savage on the grizzind, is all I know (Uh) So young player, what they hit for No matter what you got, you gots to get more (You know) Chorus: Don Cisco Don't tempt me, homey, don't slip If you disrespect the dozens you know We gon' trip Don't tempt me, homey, don't slip When I'm ridin' with my cousins I empty the whole clip Don't tempt me, homey, don't slip If you disrespect the dozens you know We gon' trip Don't tempt me, homey, don't slip When I'm ridin' with my cousins I empty the whole clip [Verse 2: Don Cisco] This ghetto life can't fade us, the streets is what, made us Took the game from the hood, and shot it out to Las Vegas Weekend retreats with high rollers, real G's Stackin' chips, in casinos, Latino Gambinos like Tony G Hittin' for G stacks at the crap table These boss macks, always ready, willin' and able Champagne and chicas, jewels with the oro shinin' Leave a mark, like Zorro in the turf, when I'm grindin' I do it My Way like Sinatra, now I got ya Ask Biggie Smalls and 2Pac, Who Shot Ya No need for a vest, we cross the coast like Costa Nostra Send me the bull, shut your boca, homeboy Es otra cosa I'm comin' through with the mafioso smashin' Little cannon, John Gotti, my main assassin I put it down for the scrilla, for the realer And ride for these playboys and die for my killers Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) [Slow Pain] Too many haters underestimate Chicanos Mobbin' brown on my primos in the caza, motherfucker Bow down, we chop it up, with the sly, sick and wicked Aces fool, puto, tell me who got poo, like I do At the age of twenty-two, sniffin' glue, fuck your crew Love my crew, my crazy fools, actin' up, off the booze The money stealers, pussy poppers, fuck the enemy In the fang, organize hooker hoe, Slow Pain [Nino Brown] I got ya back, homey, these motherfuckers don't know how to act When they see these Mexicans, mobbin' through in packs With no (???) 'Llacs, we comin' deep up in they ass And we killin' tracks, with an axe, you like broken glass Never gonna last, sucker, can you feel the raps, sucker Cisco Mack, Nino and Slow blastin' Mashin', taxin', make a move and we blastin' Who wanna fuck with these dirty dozen Gs, uh Repeat Chorus Twice