[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
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So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
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I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
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But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
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Gangsta shit.
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[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
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All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut
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I got some shit on my dome an then they love me or what
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I'm One Deep with my chrome like I ain't givin' a fuck
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If I got to do this alone fuck it that's what's up
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They say it's lonely at the top an you gon' see who your real friends
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No more fo' do's I'm rollin' a coop Benz
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And Keepin' it movin' ain't focused on shit but not losin'
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If you don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me
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It's not confusin'
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& when you speak on my name watch the words your choosin'
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You soundin' like a hater to me, it's so amusin'
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Instead of movin' on tryin' to do your own thing
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You recruitin' for the we hate Slim Thug gang
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But ain't shit change here mayne
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I'm still the same
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Life good up out the hood, shit I can't complain
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These niggas say they down, but they just pretend
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I'm ridin' solo to the end
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Fuck friends.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
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So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
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I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
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But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
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Gangsta shit.
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[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
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Sometimes I wonder if God forgot about me
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& would my people miss me if they had to do without me
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'Cause anything ain't no love
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A nigga you think is yo' homey is runnin' up in your girl everytime you leave her lonely
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Each & everytime I leave my house all 3 of my guns is on me
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Therefore ain't not one of y'all niggas gon' be kickin' or punchin' on me
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& I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when I need'em
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Out of 11 1 & a half shows up & the rest I still ain't seen'em
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I'm One Deep 'til I'm on my back
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Y'all fellas out might be on my sack
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I'll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put'em back in line
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2006 forever glock 40 with hollows in mind
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It's amazin' how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime
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I'm an OG original gangsta mayne organized general
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Army ready to drop off chemicals
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64 545 criminals
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But it's business
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Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feelin'
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Enter the conversation & paper in my pocket I'm not feelin'...
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
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So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
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I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
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But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
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Gangsta shit.
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[Verse 3: J-Dawg]
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I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years
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Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers
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Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would've murked yuh
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I vouch for me an mine 'til the gavel drop down
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An the judge gave my time since I hogged up the ripper
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The last time I heard from my niggas
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Still in denial in the beginnin' of my sentence
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2 months turned to years & them years turned to bitches
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Sittin' in the cell doin' sets of pushup's
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No money no mail that's okay that's what's up
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Mama made a man but these streets raised a soldier
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Where they kill a real nigga make a mo' daycloder
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I never fold up
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I'm a do my time bitch
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I'm a make parole hoe
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Get out & shine trick
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Yeah
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You fuck niggas better stay out my way
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I already wanna blow off your face
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For violatin' the code nigga.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
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So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
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I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
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But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
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Gangsta shit.
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Associates (feat. Z-Ro & J-Dawg)
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| Slim Thug |
