(feat. Mr. Porter)
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[Mr. Porter]
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I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz
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I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz!
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They told me to! [echoes]
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[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
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They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)
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They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me
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And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo
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That's why I never call on y'all, to be around
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'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur
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Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer
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Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em
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Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket
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I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit
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They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick
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Invested in my niggaz, took the realtor route
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Gambled on the wrong niggaz, had to filter 'em out
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Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
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behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
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It's cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain't wit it
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That's why the gats be in the house whenever niggaz come visit
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Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law
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For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off
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I seen it one too many times, they disbelieved and they speechless
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Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness
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See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me
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Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me
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[Chorus]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on
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how niggaz steal this funny style and I was struggling broke
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Even though it don't surprise me, shit it's still kinda funny
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When I ain't have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me
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Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit
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Niggaz was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship
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In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel
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I'm with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people's
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As I get more money, days get colder
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I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder
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So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier
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Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder
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Living by morals and principles mainly
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Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a fucker betrayed me
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But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation
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I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they'll be facing
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I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse
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Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt
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[Chorus]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich
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When I'm outta town, these niggaz busy tryna fuck with my bitch
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Same niggaz spend they money 'til the shit'll diminish
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I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish
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I said I'm tired of these niggaz, that'll owe me so much shit
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that they can't pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit
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Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off
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'Specially when niggaz cross the line that niggaz never should cross
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Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range
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The more money niggaz get, shit around you will change
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Even though niggaz'll flip and say, "He the one changed"
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Fuck you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his shit from you
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The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid
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'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it
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And while I sweep these niggaz up under the rug with a broom
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If I never see these "friends" again, that shit'll be too soon
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Shit is real like every wind in my breath
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And that's on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! FLESH OF MY FLESH!
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[Chorus]
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They're Out To Get Me
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| Busta Rhymes |
