| Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
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| We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me, G
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| Back in the days we played practical jokes on
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| Everybody smoked with they locs and they yokes on
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| All through high school, girls by the dozens
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| Saying we cousins, knowing that we wasn’t
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| But like the old saying goes
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| Times goes on, and everybody grows
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| Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
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| You chose the dope game, my microphone pays
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| In many ways we were paid in the old days
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| So far away from the crazies with AK’s
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| And though I been around clowning with the Underground
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| I’m still down with my homies from the hometown
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| And if you need, need anything at all
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| I drop it all for y’all, if my homies call
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| «If you ever need a place to stay»
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| «Well, alright, y’all»
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| «Brothers and sisters»
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| It’s a shame, you chose the dope game
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| Now you slang 'caine on the streets with no name
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| It was plain that your aim was mo' 'caine
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| You got fame now you run with no shame
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| I chose rapping tracks to make stacks
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| In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
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| But now I don’t wanna down my homie
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| No matter how low you go, you’re not lowly
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| And I, hear that you made a few enemies
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| But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
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| If you need my assistance, there’ll be no resistance
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| I’ll be there in an instant
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| Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover
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| I’d be no different than the other
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| I’m down to the E-N-D
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| Cause it’s a fall in no time at all
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| I’m down for y’all, when my homies call
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| Word, if my homies call
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| «If you ever need a place to stay»
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| «Well, alright, y’all»
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| «Brothers and sisters»
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| Well, it’s ninety-one and I’m living kinda swell now
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| But I hear that you’re going through some hell, pal
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| But life making records ain’t easy
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| It ain’t what I expected, it’s hectic, it’s sleazy
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| But I guess that the streets is harder
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| Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
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| My homies is making it elsewhere
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| Striving, working nine to five with no health care
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| We both had dreams of being great
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| But his deferred and blurred and changed in shape
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| It’s fate, it wasn’t my choice to make
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| To be great, I’m giving it all it takes
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| Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
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| I gotta take my place or fall from grace
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| The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
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| Smiling face to hide the trace of hate
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| But my homie would never do me wrong
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| That’s why I wrote this song, if you ever need me, it’s on
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| No matter who the foe they must fall
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| Us against them all I’m down to brawl if my homies call
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| «If you ever need a place to stay»
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| «Well, alright, y’all»
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| «Brothers and sisters» |