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