| When I came home from jail we was brothers
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| Your beef was my beef
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| Remeber that time with Butta on your video set
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| When he was talkin’bout shootin'
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| If you don’t pay him, then I got into it Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home
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| I didn’t complain I wasn’t in it to gain
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| You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changed
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| Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave
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| When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grand
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| You said you didn’t want it, then you started acting funny
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| It started with the cover of YSB
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| A picture of The Firm, everyone except me Then my voice disappeared off La Familia
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| That’s when it was clear to me there wasn’t no real love
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| I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production deal
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| Which I didn’t do cus son, that wasn’t real
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| I was never jealous of you
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| In fact I was proud of you
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| I smiled when I heard you on Live at the Barbeque
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| I respect you as an artist thou I’m no longer fond of you
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| I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you
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| Love in, Love out
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| Nowaways is no honor, only drama
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| Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow
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| Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets
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| What’s deep is, I had love for you
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| But due to situations, I can’t fuck with you
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| Trust is a luxury I can’t afford
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| Betrayal’s something that I can’t ignore
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| My love is real
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| Some earn it, some are unworthy
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| Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt me And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself
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| Cus I’m me, plus I’m not betraying myself
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| I’m free from the burden of extending my hand
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| To my man’s that don’t deserve it I only trust fam
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| When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded me You should be happy now that I’m doing me Niggas, acting like I won’t give up a habit
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| I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed?
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| You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hate
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| Next time you talk about me, mention I ain’t fake
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| I’m living my dream, live yours
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| I gave sweat and tears
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| You didn’t even buy my CD, you say you my man? |
| (uh)
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| You so jealous your emotions make you careless
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| I hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staring
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| At your last I hear you scheemin'
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| I’m reading you your last right
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| Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats right
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| I’m not limited, without rap I’d still be gettin’it
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| Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love In Love Out , by - Cormega. Song from the album The True Meaning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп