feat. Baby, Lac, Stone
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[Baby]
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(All gravy nigga, fuck)
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Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway
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Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K
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He crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime
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Then he ran to those white folks sayin' I tried
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I Stunna one of a kind you muthafucka
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Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer
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Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues
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Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules
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Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move
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Then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude
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Let them people play you nigga, now it's time to lose
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Got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
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An on tha outside niggas do what they do
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We in tha projects grindin' wit that girl or tha poo
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Yo whole family ain't safe cause I'm killin' 'em too
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I put a hit on every nigga that's close to you
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[Chorus]
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Little jive ass nigga - we can never be friends
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Oh bitch made nigga - we can never be friends
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You a pussy muthafucka - we can never be freinds
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We Can Never Be Friends, We Can Never Be friends
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You fuckin' up a nigga work - we can never be friends
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You put a hoe before yo homies - we can never be friends
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You turnin' state on yo homies - we can never be friends
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Nigga, We Could Never Be Friends
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[Lac]
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I was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams
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You can not imagine all tha shit that a nigga seen
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Now I done seen niggas get they head busted for nothin'
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They leave & come back stuntin' like they bout it & wasn't
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Better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga
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This a nigga wit a black hooded & pops them a nigga
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The people came thru & they done kicked in my Ma's do'
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They tore up my Ma's house & questioned my folks
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My momma stood up & said "Ain't no Lac here,
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Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out & don't come back here"
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I'm tired of runnin', I can't turn back, I hear tha sirens comin'
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Now they can give a lovely fuck why I done it
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An all they need to prove is that I fired somethin'
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Or hit 9 lil' children
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My potna got killed & they say I'm the gunman
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You fuckin' right I know him & fuckin' right I done him
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[Chorus]
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[Stone]
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(Look)
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I was tha first nigga out tha click wit a cuban connect
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An tha first to push a six thru tha Nolia project
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I broke bread wit all my niggas gave 'em tha prices I get
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Turn the projects to condeminiums & diamonds to begets
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Was tha first to go to feds, I left my two month old daughter
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Her momma said since I left my friends ain't passed a quater
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When I rolled out same niggas was in my face again
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Like " Stone you out early, man we thought you got ten"
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We kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs & dap
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But you know hugs ain't love, niggas is checkin' for straps
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Each one of them owein' me a dub, ain't even mention tha snaps
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I knew then it was bad blood, I'm bout to twist some caps
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Gun in hand, I'm eatin' grits, I haven't done this in awhile
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I see one in a blue sedan sharin' kisses & smiles
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I creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd
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Hit tha corner of Washington then I popped up his house
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[Chorus]
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[Mack 10]
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(Yo, yo)
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I keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
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Been a real lil' nigga since a B-G banger
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Plus I'm down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
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An too bad I can't say tha same shit bout you
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Cause you's a bitch nigga dawg & square as a preist
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An you's a snitch nigga dawg cause you told tha police
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I hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho
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An tha only niggas run to tha law is a hoe
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So you was all about tha rah rah shit back then
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But yo money ain't long & you know you can't win
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Your boy Mack a shot caller & if you hate me I feel you
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Cause I got enough bread to pay yo homies to kill you
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Yo I can kick back, fuck, & have fun all year
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An you can snitch, watch your back, & you can still disappear
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An while you P-C up I stay mashin' for dollas
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So when you ready for tha get down nigga just holla
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[Chorus] - 2x
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We Could Never Be Friends
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| Mack 10 |
