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When I first met you |
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I thought that you and |
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I was friends to the end |
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People told me men you befriended just went to the pen |
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But I ain't listen to them, cause you promised |
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As long as |
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I fuck with you |
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I never be in the same position again |
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Like you said they just jealous cuz we gone get rich and they not |
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They work a lot, we play the block, still got more than they got |
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Cousin guzzling hinny high, people say if |
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I keep fucking with you |
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I subsequently die, end up with twenty five |
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They claiming you claim many lives, with so many lies |
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With guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size |
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Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cuz they ain't have nothing for proof |
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They even blamed you for dozens of youths of substance abuse |
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What kinda crap is that? |
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Everybody knows that crackers bought crack to our habitat |
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To attack the |
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Latins and |
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Blacks, never mind that fact, something |
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I know is wrong |
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You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm |
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Even though you did introduce me to smoking dro |
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And so it was, you welcome |
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Saigon with open arms |
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That's all |
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I could focus on, the reason |
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I wrote this explosive song |
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To show even the closest bond, gets torn |
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You tricked me all along, you had me thinking you was my friend |
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You never loved |
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Saigon(Chorus) |
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With friends like you who needs enemies |
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Brought a nigga bad luck like the |
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KennedysYou had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary |
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With friends like you who needs enemies |
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Now we smoking new porces, dozens of whole forties we force with |
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You taught the kid more than any school in |
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New York did |
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Teachers teaching me social studies, but wasn't there for |
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Saigon to cry on after the wakes of my closest buddies |
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I was grew up, |
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I depicted this picture too up, was |
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I just a fool or just too young |
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I storm on the booze that you brung |
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Snatch my soul, put a whole in it, grab my mind took control of it, |
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Made my heart as cold as the home it supposed to be |
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Funny when you wasn't around it was no incidents |
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That you telling all of that was simply coincidence |
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That's a thesis |
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I doubt, 'fore |
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I met you |
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I wasn't kick |
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Theresas eye out |
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Or had the police at my house, |
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I wouldn't have needed keys to fly south |
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Murder rap would never ease from my mouth, |
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I probably be at peace with myself |
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Probably think what you did to me was sweet, laughing at me like |
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Kee-Kee-Kee |
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Falling for your trickery in this feet |
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Don't flatter yourself, it don't take a genius to spell thug |
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Convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to sell drugs |
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If you really had g, you had them white kids like you had me |
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It was they great granddaddies that created you |
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DaddyThey was the ones that flooded you with gats and liquor stores |
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Mats, Pimps with the whores, trade cash for intercourse |
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And of course these young niggas stay sucking you off |
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But I know the truth, so poof; |
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I'm cutting you off(Chorus) |
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With friends like you who needs enemies |
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Brought a nigga bad luck like the |
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KennedysYou had a nigga's ass up in the penitentiary |
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With friends like you who needs enemies |
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You did this to me |
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You did this to me, man |
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You know what? |
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A lot of times we grow up thinking the streets is our friend |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin' |
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The streets ain't your motherfucking friend young blood |
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Take it from me, man, |
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I been in the streets my whole motherfucking life |
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And I ain't get nothin' but pain, death, jail... |
