| Shadow dropped me off at BART
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| At the Fruitvale Station
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| You mighta heard that on your radio station
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| went to my friend
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| Looked at him and he grinned and said
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| «Keep your friends close
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| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer»
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| So I walked on my merry way
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| And scrapedy-scraped to San Jose
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| Stunnas half off
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| My Vietnamese pahtnas told me that they hog-tied Chairs (Who's Chairs?)
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| Chad is the boss that throws
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| It might be pillow talk that got my
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| The whole hood is lost cause we don’t know who to watch now
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| Keep your friends close
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| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer
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| Now my best friend
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| Now my best friend are my enemy
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| Now my best friend
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| I’m not worried 'bout that Hennessy
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| I need rounds for my weapon
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| Stressing worse than a stockbroker gone broke and out of Folgers
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| Y’all don’t know
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| It feel like the galaxy on my shoulder
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| Who to trust to discuss
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| My life, my luck
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| My wife, my lust
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| She might be biting the dust (bitch!)
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| Cause you know lately she been off that stuff, hate me
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| And I’m like
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| Keep your friends close
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| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer
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| 'noid and exploited, don’t know who to talk to
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| Those that said they love you, now they want to pop-pop-pop-pop
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| Watch you drown and fumble
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| Fuck that shit, I ain’t humble
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| I see my try to pitch me wit' a big ass bundle
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| My uncle’s daughter, daughter, my niece say she want me deceased
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| She learned that from her momma, I ain’t talked to her for about three weeks
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| But I’m sneaky, sneaky
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| Is that my enemies trying to get me?
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| Keep your friends close
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| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer
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| (I see you, nigga)
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| (Man, fuck y’all niggas, you ain’t got me!)
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| (I'mma fuck you up)
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| (Now get over here, motherfucker)
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| (Oh shit)
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| I’m out of breath like a fish out of water
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| Leaking out my cheese like a jalapeño popper
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| I’m thinking about my light more than I’m thinking about my daughter
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| I need to get back to the house to see who really on my roster
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| I walked in
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| Something feel wrong
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| Flicked on the lights and all my shit was gone
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| Only thing left was a letter under a coaster that said
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| Keep your friends close
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| But those that you wanna rob, keep 'em closer |