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Geah.. |
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I feel betrayed |
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[TWIN LOC] |
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Now I had this lil' homie that I thought was real |
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Had flows in his game and I'll never forget him |
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Used to be down for the hood thang |
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Quick to cook and breakin' caine |
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Straight runnin thangs around the way |
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Havin his money man |
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A rider from the hood understood by many sets |
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With the hood tatted on his backarm and neck |
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Givin a fuck about a robbery steady dippin and ready for trippin |
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Let the good times roll when my nigga put that clip in |
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The type of homie you can depend on |
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When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong |
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Respected by G's, lil' locs and ghetto queens |
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Stripes from late night creepin with infra-red beams |
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He seemed to be a soldier who thought he would switch |
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And start talkin like a lil' old punk bitch |
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When the Feds got on him |
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He ran his mouth like a two dollar hoe |
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Even brought that muthafucca to my door |
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I feel |
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[chorus] |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady |
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[TWIN LOC] |
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Now I had this fly bitch that was on my team |
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Big titts, brown ass fallin out them jeans |
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Used to be down to suck a fat dick |
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Quick to turn a bitch trick |
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Brang the scrilla home to me |
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Kept my pockets fat |
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Should've stopped me on the block sellin coochie for big leaf |
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With the cold dippin the pocket while she on her knees |
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Givin a fuck about a murder, give her a strap watch it now |
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Breakin a nigga a bid |
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When it comes down to the snaps |
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That type of hoe you can rely on |
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When the chips get low |
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This hoe gon' get a grand O |
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Laced on the team I guess that's why she call me daddy |
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Never thought this funky bitch will run her twist and try to have it |
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For the ki's I got this hoe tried to set me up |
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And the folks out side waitin' to tie a nigga up |
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But I'm sure I do this funky hoe was up to something |
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So I grabbed the .9 nina and started dumpin |
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[chorus] |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady |
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[TWIN LOC] |
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Now I got this crazy uncle kept a badass hoe |
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Runnin games, havin thangs, steady stackin the dough |
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Used to be down for the hoo-ride, quick to do a homicide |
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If you owed him chips you better pay him or you for sure to die |
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Soldier from that old school, ready for combat |
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With a left hook down to put a youngster on his back |
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Really not care where you come from, what set you claim |
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See it's all about that scrilla, when the .9 take game (that's right) |
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That type of uncle you respected |
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Hit a lick for the chips, bump a bitch and get naked |
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He used to lounge in my house when the things got crazy |
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Never thought he'd crossed the line and be fuckin my lady |
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But it goes for sure then my uncle was a cold nigga |
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Played to find a weakness in my bitch and he went up in her |
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Hit the stash, get some cash and a quarter key |
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Wanna kill his ass but I can't smoke my own family |
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[chorus] |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy |
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Betrayed |
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Can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady... |
