[Slim Thug]
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My nigga Sleep Dog, you showed a young nigga how to ball
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Never settled for small, my dog had it all
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I can't believe you gone, I'm trying to stay strong
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Damn what the fuck went on, when you went wrong
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I remember the call on my phone, saying my nigga was gone
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I never seen Corn and Sha, look so alone
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This was the worst day, you died on Cogo birthday
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It hurt me, to see that look on they face
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We all gathered on the block, everybody in shock
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That day, it felt like the world came to a stop
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We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains
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I got numb, when I heard how it happened damn
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Fake niggaz and hoes showing up, like they feel how we feel
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Still trying to be down, but shit we know who all real
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We don't want no more friends, our family complete
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We just got one sleeping six feet deep, my nigga
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[Hook]
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It's fucked up when a dog gotta die, when he trying to get his bone
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I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
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You know the type that just try to keep a steak on the table, while they home
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I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
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This for my niggaz on the left and right of Jesus, while he sitting on his throne
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I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
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And to them niggaz that shot ya when we see you, best believe that it's on
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I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
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[Pharrell]
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My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
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And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
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Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
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But (damn fool), why this way
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[Slim Thug]
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I'm still not over my nigga Stessa, Stank you still missed
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My life was getting a lot better, until I ran into this
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A tragedy a gangsta, my nigga had to be
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Lil' Cheif don't know what's going on, and shit that's sad to see
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Cortiana a star, we gon watch over her man
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Courtney, she kinda know but she don't really understand
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What's going on, I-Pop and Heaven at home
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My nigga kept his family first, so I know where he gone
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He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it
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Not from your mother but we your brothers, so I know you gon make it
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You got Sha you got Chad, you got Troy you got me
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Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon and Kenny G
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We your family nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes
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Stay focused get your paper, and stay on the rise
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You a hustler, and a jacker can't take that
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Your brother Sleep gone, cause haters hate my nigga
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[Hook]
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[Pharrell]
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My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
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And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
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Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
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But (damn fool), why this way
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[Slim Thug]
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We had to wait crying, our dog a victim of a hate crime
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These haters hate, cause he shined at all times
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Seeing the way Sleep Dog ball, made a nigga chase paper
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Remember the day you gave me your chain, at my show at The Maker
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Get your shine on youngster, we love to see that
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When I put candy on the Excursion, he loved to see that
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We showed up, Sleep part of the reason I blowed up
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When them haters saw how hard we ball, they fold up
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He lived life to the fullest, everything to the extreme
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Done so much, I think my nigga ran out of dreams
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From cars clothes to hoes, competition is none
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We had fun, like Nelly say we number one
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I know Sha gon hold your name, and keep the click on game
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Now I don't like to ride solo, I stay with a gang
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Went from a sawed off gauge, to three AK's believe that
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[Hook]
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Dedicate
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| Slim Thug |
