| Through the weather the storms, my nigga will always be my nigga
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| Through the weather the storms…
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| Through the weather the storms, my nigga will always be my nigga
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| Through the weather the storms…
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| Through the weather the storms…
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| My nigga will always be my nigga
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| Through the weather the storms…
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| There was a thug I knew in Cleveland, strugglin hard to survive
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| He wanted the finer things in life, whatever the streets could provide
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| Hooked up with the killers slash dealers started to grind and reside
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| Slept on the streets and stayed on the block with a bottle of rocks and a nine
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| Gathered his homies, started a crew, stood on the corners in sloo
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| Way back in 1989 when they wore flats in they shoes
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| Before there was (?) in they dudes, no metal detectors in schools
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| Had him a gun in the bag with his books and took it to class and he’d shoot
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| Whoo, suddenly he was the man, everyone knew he was gettin that money
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| Brand new jewelry, bought him a car at 14, and everything lovely
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| Had him a stash, dreams of upper class, cash in his pocket to spend
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| Had it so good, had it so hood, man I wish I’da been there
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| And one day, the po'-po' was on him, he couldn’t escape even though he was quick
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| They offered a deal, but just like a thug, he was what he was, he wasn’t no
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| snitch
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| He went to jail, did all of his time, back in the Cleveland, this time with a
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| dream
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| He started a group called Bone Thugs and wanted all of us on his team
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| That’s my nigga
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| — same as Intro with variations |