| Geah.
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| I feel betrayed
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| Now I had this lil' homie that I thought was real
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| Had flows in his game and I’ll never forget him
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| Used to be down for the hood thang
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| Quick to cook and breakin' caine
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| Straight runnin thangs around the way
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| Havin his money man
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| A rider from the hood understood by many sets
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| With the hood tatted on his backarm and neck
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| Givin a fuck about a robbery steady dippin and ready for trippin
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| Let the good times roll when my nigga put that clip in
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| The type of homie you can depend on
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| When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong
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| Respected by G’s, lil' locs and ghetto queens
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| Stripes from late night creepin with infra-red beams
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| He seemed to be a soldier who thought he would switch
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| And start talkin like a lil' old punk bitch
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| When the Feds got on him
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| He ran his mouth like a two dollar hoe
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| Even brought that muthafucca to my door
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| I feel
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady
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| Now I had this fly bitch that was on my team
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| Big titts, brown ass fallin out them jeans
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| Used to be down to suck a fat dick
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| Quick to turn a bitch trick
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| Brang the scrilla home to me
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| Kept my pockets fat
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| Should’ve stopped me on the block sellin coochie for big leaf
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| With the cold dippin the pocket while she on her knees
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| Givin a fuck about a murder, give her a strap watch it now
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| Breakin a nigga a bid
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| When it comes down to the snaps
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| That type of hoe you can rely on
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| When the chips get low
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| This hoe gon' get a grand O
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| Laced on the team I guess that’s why she call me daddy
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| Never thought this funky bitch will run her twist and try to have it
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| For the ki’s I got this hoe tried to set me up
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| And the folks out side waitin' to tie a nigga up
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| But I’m sure I do this funky hoe was up to something
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| So I grabbed the .9 nina and started dumpin
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady
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| Now I got this crazy uncle kept a badass hoe
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| Runnin games, havin thangs, steady stackin the dough
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| Used to be down for the hoo-ride, quick to do a homicide
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| If you owed him chips you better pay him or you for sure to die
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| Soldier from that old school, ready for combat
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| With a left hook down to put a youngster on his back
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| Really not care where you come from, what set you claim
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| See it’s all about that scrilla, when the .9 take game (that's right)
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| That type of uncle you respected
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| Hit a lick for the chips, bump a bitch and get naked
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| He used to lounge in my house when the things got crazy
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| Never thought he’d crossed the line and be fuckin my lady
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| But it goes for sure then my uncle was a cold nigga
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| Played to find a weakness in my bitch and he went up in her
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| Hit the stash, get some cash and a quarter key
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| Wanna kill his ass but I can’t smoke my own family
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy
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| Betrayed
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| Can’t trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady… |