| B-R-U-D-D-A, my brothers
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| V-U-L-T-U-R-E-S, my vultures
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| You know what I’m talkin' about?
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| I’m down to ride for my brothers, no
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| Can’t no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no
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| Can’t no nigga send shots at my brothers, no
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| And I ain’t got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy
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| Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
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| If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
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| My brothers
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| B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah
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| My brothers, my brothers
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| Won’t trade on them niggas for nothin'
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| Gave Ikey a strap 'cause he gutter
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| If he was gon' stink me he would’ve
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| VVS lookin' like sugar
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| Young nigga, same bad bitch
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| Flippin' on 'em, baby mama trippin'
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| Took the crib and told her she was trippin'
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| Hoppin' out a Taurus, nigga drillin'
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| We was wild, poppin' penicillin
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| Running hoes without no condom
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| Mama rushing us to the doctor
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| I remember niggas trickin' with Ikey
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| Got 'em on the corner then I had shot 'em
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| See you got it, watch who you be messin' with
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| See, that’s they problem
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| Mud brothers, different mothers
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| Not blood brothers but I love 'em
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| I remember riding with the thumper
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| It’s like one love 'cause they love us
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| I remember sliding on the lord
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| Free Big Lord, that’s my boy
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| Before we used to FaceTime the opp
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| Remember was callin' off them joints
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| Said we gon' kick it, said we gon' catch it
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| Said we gon' kill you, said we gon' stretch you
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| I bet you I bet you, you was safe when I met you, huh
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| I get killed, it’s an inside job, huh
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| You can’t get close, only my squad (gang gang)
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| Rest in peace LA, it’s on my arm (yeah)
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| Before I rapped I was on my own (I was on my own)
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| Got my first gun on my own (on my own)
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| Ain’t have my first song on my own, it was us
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| I’m down to ride for my brothers, no
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| Can’t no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no
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| Can’t no nigga send shots at my brothers, no
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| And I ain’t got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy
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| Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
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| If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
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| My brothers
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| B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah
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| Twin got shot, got his lick back, same day
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| Varney got shot, now he can’t walk, that shit lame
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| I remember Pat crashed the rental
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| Von got caught after bender
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| Blocks, don’t get caught
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| After dark where I’m from
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| Fuckin' ratchet hoes fun
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| Remember hot flame across the quarter
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| Remember hoes go and steal from Nordstrom’s, ah-uh
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| Fuck these niggas, they too clumsy
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| Fuck these niggas, ain’t got no money
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| Older brother turned me junky
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| Percocets in my stomach
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| Ditched school, we thought that shit was cool
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| Teachers said I’m a fool, now I got a crib with a big pool
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| Now I got a crib with big guns
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| Police come at the door, sending shots, hit the floor
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| Sold coke on Green, two for the five on the green
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| You won’t survive on the streets, you see the monster in me
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| No new friends I need, roll up the opps, that’s weed
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| Make your bitch drink seed, that’s the nut in me
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| Why you clutchin' nigga? |
| you ain’t on nothin' nigga
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| Bitch say I’ma nut to nigga, they ain’t on nothin' nigga
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| Like fuck them other niggas, they not fuckin' with us
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| We tuck them cluckers with us, coke and dope official, yeah yeah
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| I’m down to ride for my brothers, no
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| Can’t no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no
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| Can’t no nigga send shots at my brothers, no
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| And I ain’t got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy
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| Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
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| If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
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| My brothers
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| B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah |