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(Z-Ro) |
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I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some |
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Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun |
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Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the past |
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16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil cash |
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Now it's like we never knew eachother, motherfuckers act strange |
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It's like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain |
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Why they can't look me in my eyes no mo' |
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Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo' |
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I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends |
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But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end |
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Tell him to come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm |
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Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't show |
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Picture me walking down the feeter, everybody masking me up |
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Oh good it's that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up |
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That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking |
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When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin cause uh |
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(Hook - 2x) |
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Friends just ain't friends no more |
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Ain't no love, cause money is all we adore |
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Friends just ain't friends no more |
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I don't need you motherfuckers round me |
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(Cl'Che) |
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Most of these hoes say they your friend, but they really ain't down |
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Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes don't come round |
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The main hoes that talk down, most friends turn to foes |
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That's just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds |
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Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, help maintain |
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And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit people bring |
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Cause the world is full of evil mayn |
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That's why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoes |
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I be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger seat |
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(Den Den) |
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First he's riding high, now he busting Mack 10's |
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Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back again |
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There ain't no returning with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one click |
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These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one sill |
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But claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch you ain't down with |
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Just another fake friend, trying to chop the Benz |
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Helping to plead my ends, looking for a win |
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Lying with a grin, trying to sneak back in |
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(Hook - 2x) |
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(Z-Ro) |
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Remember back in '97, we was living it up |
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If they had it and we wanted it, they was giving it up |
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Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song together |
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Matter of fact, we smoked our first zone together |
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Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running thangs |
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But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga |
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Going against the grain, cause you done made a lil change |
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But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the same |
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I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans |
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Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo |
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Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo' |
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Cause everybody want me to do, what they want me to do |
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And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid |
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But you know what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone |
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Cause the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh |
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(Hook - 2x) |