| To all my fallen squad
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| Write your name across the sky
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| While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high
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| And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon' cry
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| Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
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| Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
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| Thats a must nigga
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| I done lost so many real niggas
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| I can’t trust niggas
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| So I keep my distance from niggas
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| Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
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| Got shots for him, shots for him
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| Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
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| 10−0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
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| Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
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| And I swear I lost so many of my guys
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| So im sippin Remy, smokin 50's for my guys
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| Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
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| Missin my niggas
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| Kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean
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| RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
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| Paint up a picture
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| Of me and the squad still on the block
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| Before it went wrong
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| And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
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| Man, I remember
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| Now my heart is cold as December
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| Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
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| Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
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| Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song
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| Squad
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| RIP my niggas man
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| Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
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| Ball like Im Kobe
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| RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
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| RIP Pistol P man
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| For all my niggas gone man
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| We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
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| RIP my squad
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| I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
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| All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
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| Just bring my niggas back
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| But I know I’ll never get em back
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| So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
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| And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like «where they at?»
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| Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
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| Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
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| And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
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| Can I just get some money? |
| cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
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| They ain’t even funny
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| I know they prolly wanna rob me
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| They hate me prolly
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| But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
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| They won’t get nothin from me
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| From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
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| Where they catch the most bodies across the country
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| Where they took all of my homies from me
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| Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
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| SQUAD, RIP the L’s
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| Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
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| No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
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| RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
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| Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
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| Rollin in 4's with them semis and they tinted
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| Pull up on the oppas, pose' to be there and they hidin'
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| Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
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| But they didn’t!
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| HANN! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Write Your Name , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Welcome to Fazoland, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп