[Intro]
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Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
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Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
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Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
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Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
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[Verse]
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Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
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Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
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Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
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'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
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Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
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My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
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Find me a new job - I wanna rap
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So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap
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Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
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But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
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Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine
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He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
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But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line
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Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
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My blessin' came and people started to listin
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It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
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To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
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Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
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He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
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I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
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Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
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He looked at me quickly and said he was hot
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We was on our way, straight to tha top
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But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
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His frustration kicks in, now here we go
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My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
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Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
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Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
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Stay focused tha way I post dis
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When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
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Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad
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'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
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Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who?
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He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
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Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
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Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
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So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
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Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
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There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
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I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
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Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
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Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
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Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
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But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
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I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
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And then i realized dat he didn't wanned die
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So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
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He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
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I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
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Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
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A car door opens, and who do I see?!
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My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
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He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
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I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
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Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
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Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
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Weeks went by, and we got back cool
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First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
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'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye)
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Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now
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Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
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But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
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[Outro]
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They smilin' in ya face
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All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
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They smilin' in ya face
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All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
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War Witcha Homeboy
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Young Buck |