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Ain't no such things as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut I got sum shit on my dome Did they love me or what? I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a fuck If I got to do this alone fuck it that's wassup They say it's lonely at the top an you Gon' see who your real friends No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz Keepin' it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing If you don't fuck with me don't fuck with me It's not confusing And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing You soundin' like a hater to me it's so amusing Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang You recruiting for the we hate Slim Thug gang But ain't shit change here mayne I'm still the same Life good up out the hood shit I can't complain These niggas say they down, but they just pretend I'm ridin' solo to the end Fuck friends Ain't no such things as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit Sometimes I wonder if god forgot about me And would my people miss me if they had to do without me 'Cause anything ain't no love A nigga you think is yo homie is runnin' up in yo girl every time you leave her lonely Each and every time I leave my house all three of my guns is on me Ain't none of you niggas is goin' to Be kicking or punching on me And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when I need 'em Out of eleven one and a half Shows up and the rest I still ain't seen 'em One deep till I'm on my back Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack I'll shoot a muthafucker If a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put 'em back in line 2006 beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind It's amazing how something so small can flip yo bitch ass anytime I'm an og original gangster mayne organized general Army ready to drop off chemicals 64 545 criminals But it's business Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feeling Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling Ain't no such things as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would've murked yuh I vouch for me an mine 'Til the gavel drop down An judge gave my time since I hogged up The ripper The last time I heard from my niggas Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence Two months turned to years and them years Turned to bitches Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups No money no mail that's okay that's wassup Momma made a man but these streets raised A soldier Where they kill a real nigga make a mo daycloder I never fold up I'm a do my time bitch I'm a make parole hoe Get out and shine trick You fuck niggas better stay out my way I awready wanna blow off yo face For violating the code nigga Ain't no such things as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit
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