If my niggas don't fuck wit' you, I fuck wit' you That's just a code in my hood, let these guns hit you Be a man of word, don't ever let 'em play you Stand up for your shit, sure these haters pay you Can't nothing stop a room full of real I got some bad rich bitches, my real niggas It's like four jobs not to kill niggas My little niggas to ride by and spill niggas If y'all fell out over some chips ain't your real nigga If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't real nigga I be a house nigga be a field nigga I Port Arthur chick, call it my trill nigga I met Duke in 92 and we still Rockin Hilfigers before was like chill niggas well me and my niggas go'n eat Before you hate, hit the brakes both feet
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Max the homies, try to teach them things Teach them how to make a of change, even keep the change But neva change, bought a set of chains with another chain Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing, I ain't Shoes on the start to look like hooves by the crib start to look like wolves Money change me only change the situation The paper I be chasin got sucka niggas hatin from the pavement, basement Satan, Couldn't match my claims so compare me to a mason Free slaves but they based and crazy We talkin' bout or we talkin about blacks? the blunt up, then they pickin the gun up Motherfuckers is if it in in the run up Then they gettin the up, yup bitch And they do the sun up And is for my niggas and my gang Through the and the fame Only thing that never is my niggas
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I got the niggas that I with me Any issues my nigga you know to hit me No question no hesitation it comes to holding fam down, If you creep me the fuck out you probably ain't Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin You got me fucked up, keep talkin and my ass No sweatin the ho shit, too in tune with the I do got the ones that do Scott They give me the love that a need If its a to stay or a dime sack of weed Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and until we finished Focused to keep the pockets replenished, on our kids And keep my niggas from away on a bid Only wanted all the fly shit we got big Chasin these hoes up in they at they momma crib Beat up so 'bout it, 'bout it they go blind about it We all grown, of our own Providing for 'em real niggas, real morals the code so long as I am my brother's keeper He will me with a nine if I need or a street sweeper The love I have for my is another type You gotta real down with you for your whole life for my niggas The brothers that I never had made my life a lot sad my nigga
Hey yo, all This is how it's to be Hey yo, all is how it's supposed to be Hey yo, all This is how it's to be Hey yo, all is how it's supposed to be Hey yo, all