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We was kids when we first met, I can’t forget When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan Now Junior went, I’m full of sin Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent ‘Bout deliberate relations ‘cause she know a nigga ignorant Like bull’s eye, I grew with the windExplain And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree Life’s a bitch in the seventies, to the Third degree and I ain’t got a job, but shit it works for me She love the fact that I live driving on the edge Purposely, money ain’t for degree, but it’s worth a C I go blind for that little light of mine Keep it cited, ma, and I’m a let it shine [Chorus] Even though we have our own Problems and differences I still fuck With you Even though we had our own Fallouts, we pitchin’ fits I still fuck With you I was never a motherfucker to want beef Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets Yeah, I sold drugs. Nigga, what heat? Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I’m a go-getter Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money Steal another nigga figures I don’t need a fucking chain, bitch I’m here to gain that Bitch, I need fucking ring, but not for no dame We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same In it for the funds, throw a little ones Listen to the drums smoke inside your lungs Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges Have a little offspring and be able to support it Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted Work now play now a nigga runnin’ offense Bitch, I’m in Miami and I’m swimming with the Dolphins [Chorus: x2] I don't like going sober to the hospital Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it So I'm out front parked in a car with a Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah Last year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin' Looking for new chords and a larger Nugget I’m the stars above me when I spark and tug this Far from hard, but I’m a snarl in public 'Cause we large in numbers, Trash Wang Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs Feel like I’m flying when I’m off from the herb Fuck ‘em all, let the army disperse Know the swamp lay ‘em all in the dirt Had to stop, re-assess some agendas Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen We the best, period, the end of the sentence Roughneck putting paws to the pavement Lane switch, I’m a blow haze ‘till I can’t think Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this Big homie told me, “Nah, nigga, take this.” Shots 'till my damn liver hates me Momma saying that she knowing that I need help Nah, on the highway to Hades with my Motherfuckin’ seatbelt off
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