| I’m down to die for my nigga, 'cause there’s just that much love
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| I’m down to smoke with my nigga, 'til there ain’t no more bud
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| I’m willin' to kill for my nigga, when he’s in need of slugs
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| It’s 'til the end with my nigga, screamin' out «dirty thugs»
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| Now that some deep shit
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| Well fuck it that’s my folk for life
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| And I’m gon' ride for that nigga, whether morning or night
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| And that’s aight, 'cus I know he’d do the same for me
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| It’s twelve o’clock midnight and he bringin' heat to the streets
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| Kept me on my feet
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| And introduced the nigga to the game
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| Gave me my first sack of rocks, to blow them rock monster’s brains
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| And shit didn’t change 'cus my nigga said we’ll ball forever
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| And when we hit the industry, we gon' sell a million records
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| Yes sir, that’s why I’m down for my nigga like that
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| And if you hear my nigga’s shit
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| I’ll take two bullets in my back and that’s a fact
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| 'Cus I guess it’s just in our blood
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| Nigga, we folks to the heart but our relation is cus', nigga what
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| So fuck a hatin' bitch and what they done said |
| 'Cus we gon' always stick together and be all about our bread
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| Fuck them feds
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| My nigga, we gon' get it anyways
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| Whether it’s throwin' down on niggas
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| Takin' they Tommy and they J’s
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| And we stay blazed and plus I’m always down for action
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| 'Cus if we see them fuck niggas, you best believe we blastin'
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| And freakin' different hoes every week
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| Ain’t this a shame the game we got, makin' bitches fall to our feet (Haha)
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| Outlast 'em all 'til we dead and gone
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| I know one thing they gon' remeber that clique Dirty from here on
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| So gon' and cry, and wipe them tears from your eye
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| 'Cus if I die before you I’ma keep it live in the sky
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| Now we gon' ride 'til the day we die
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| Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain’t got
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| We gon' ride 'til the day we die
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| Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain’t got
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| We gon' ride 'til the day we die
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| Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain’t got
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| We gon' ride 'til the day we die
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| Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain’t got |
| Now ain’t nobody on this earth that can keep us apart
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| The only nigga worth me creepin' in the dark, that’s my cousin
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| This ain’t the same blood no lie
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| I got love for ya boy to take another man’s life
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| Through out this song I’ma tell you how I feel inside
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| I never know when I’m gon' die so I’ma tell you right now
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| I love you like a brother, you know that, I mean it with my heart
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| I know you down for me, you showed that, when times got hard
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| I damn near raised ya, takin' you from a boy to a man
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| We on the corner runnin from the tough streets, rocks in our hand
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| And when it was over, shit we just laughed and got high
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| And talked about them bitches we fucked and the ones that we tried
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| And I ain’t lyin' my nigga you smilin' 'cus you know it’s the truth
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| Most of the hoes I ran through hell you fucked too
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| And you was there for me when I got my first piece of ass
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| And you was there for me when I smoked my first reefer sack
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| And you was there for me when I creeped them D’s off them 'Lacs
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| And you was there for me when I robbed my first ki' of crack |
| So when I die, everything I got belong to you
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| Make sure when I die, them niggas you run with be true to you
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| I take the first one back I mean that, but it be with some love
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| But when I die you can have everything except my gurl
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| And when I die make sure you keep up the love for the dope
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| And when I die remember to minimize your love for a hoe
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| And when I die remember when cookin' coke let it bubble up slow
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| And promise me the fuckers who killed me ain’t be breathin' no mo'
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| And when I die keep two Glocks cocked on your side at all times
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| G’s a G don’t be ashamed to serve a gun for dime
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| Look out for my mama!
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| And promise to keep my sister in line
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| You represent Big Pimp on every verse in your rhyme
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| And when I die put a fifth of Thunderbird off in my casket
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| When I die sneak a pound of killa herb off in my casket
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| When I die loaded cocked two 45's off in my casket
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| That way when I get to hell I can have something to blast with
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| When I die be sure to keep respectin' your mom
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| And when I die make sure no man bring our family no harm |
| And when I die be sure to cherish every word in this song
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| Because I promise you, if I ain’t mean it, I wouldn’ta wrote none
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| Before I die I wanna thank the Lord for Mr. G
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| But if he take you first, shit I’ll blow my brains in the street
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| (now that’s deep) |