'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was gone I remember the good times, all of the bad I this song, to my niggaz laid out Till my niggaz lay down can ya me I you hear me
Now we was once two niggaz of the kind Quick to holla at a bitch the same lines Quick to draw on a with the same nines But at the same time we was on some shit 'Cuz you was with a that I beg to differ wit I told you sniff a bit and you get a whiff of it But you kept a closed nose when it came to those
And I'm your so I tried to smell em wrong for ya Wasn't to take the fault for ya, but if you hear me I dedicate this for ya, he was setup in a stick up By a girl he used to pick up on the upper side I used to help him chop a brick up, they him in his pickup Pants down and dick up, with one in his head And one in his chest, one of the at this husslin' shit But his downfall was he put his trust in a bitch And it's up
'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never I remember the good times, all of the bad I dedicate this song, to my laid out my niggaz lay down can ya hear me I know you me
I remember selling three of raw powder Turn my man into a in 24 hours He didn't care spent the money in 4 hours On a Benz with 400 and horsepower And a chain had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come Its likely that he With a pretty in them Nike's that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell If you speak with him you can pick up on his tone He used to say he wasn't going back without back And now I'm black I wouldn't put it him The D's would harass him, he finally blacked out They told my nigga to freeze, but he still out Shots fired till his trigger got tired All the newspapers said was, "Another dead" And it's up
'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I on I can still picture, I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the times, all of the bad times I this song, to my niggaz laid out Till my niggaz lay can ya hear me I you hear me
You can me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass Great tittles, face pretty everybody know that she date A big time dealer thats doing a biddin' Who did more than his of dirt in the world Enough to a nigga think about hurtin' his girl So he used to tell his queen to stay to the Away from the to the day that he pass through There's some enemies he have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few Convinced her to come and hang out around New been awhile, you can see it in her smile And she ran into her co-defendant in the trial Who going on about how he moving on about with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about She off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off They found her in the parking lot, somebody her lid off And it's up
now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I the good times, all of the bad times I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out Till my niggaz lay down can ya me I know you me
'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, how I carry on I can picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad I dedicate song, to my niggaz laid out Till my lay down can ya hear me I know you me