[Cormega]
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Yo, when you deal with niggas
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You know what I'm sayin
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You gotta know where they stand (Watch niggas)
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Cuz everybody your man when things is going right
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Uh, but what about when things is going wrong
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[Cormega]
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Ask yourself am I your man
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Would I die for you or by your hand
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If I go broke, would you divide your grand
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Put me in your plans
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Hold me down with your heat if my shit jams
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Stop to think, Asbet stops your bank
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You need the mean gats to set it, pop your tank
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I fears none, a damn sleepin is a rare one
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Prepared, never scared, blood sweat and tears son, I kinda saw
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I close my eyes at night and let the drama pour
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On paper, my mind escapes but I ignore
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Temptations, to embrace the path of raw
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When I was younger my hunger taught me how to score
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Not sayin I was poor, but I was disobeying common laws
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That had me runnin in and out of Richer's Island doors
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Now I'm shinin for you, what's mine is yours
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Are you my nigga?
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[Chorus]
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If I died, would you cry
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Need, would you provide
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If I got beef
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Would you be squeezin side by side
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If I face time
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Would you give me a place to hide
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Would you snake me for paper, look in my eyes
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[Cormega]
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Can you accept the consequences of life, of livin trife
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And take yours with honor, if a real nigga strike
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Or would you fall weak and help a courtroom indite
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And live with dishonor for the rest of your life
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Only bitches deal with emotion
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Yo son, how many snitches are still in the ocean
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I'm gettin too deep, spittin unique
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Rhymes, for niggas who sleep
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A thug officially, slugs christin me
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Evidently, we hustle on blocks where presidents be
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My rhymes represent the, criminal element
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My niggas sellin bricks, stressin in feds
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And hit the residence, using eye care for evidence
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Never mix business with benevolence
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You might end up regrettin it
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Check this rhyme that I prefected
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Analyze and let me ask you one question
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Are you my nigga?
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[Chorus]
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[Cormega]
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Can I put trust in you like you trust in me
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If my life is on the line would you bust for me
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Free me from custody, or deny my exist and, provin
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That you didn't give a fuck for me
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I put my trust in no mans hand, 'til he earns it
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I learned this from thug legislature
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When slugs penetrate ya, heavens above await ya
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Therefore I never sleep, cuz I may never wake up
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Felonies no longer worry me, for real
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Its the betrayal and the jealousy
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The insecurity of things they might never see
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Makin niggas minds corrupt, then my nine erupts
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Denying what, life you had expired
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You tryed your luck, then died for what
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You asked for forgiveness but my eyes was shut
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You wasn't wise enough, to stop me from risin up
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Are you my nigga?
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Jealousy, jealousy...
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R U My Ni**a?
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Cormega |