| From the coldest of corners, I serve it so bold, it’s
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| Me and my niggas, ain’t nobody watch over us
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| On Stanley, drinking silver before we was old enough
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| With the deucy on the porch, shoot anything rolling up
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| Now niggas is growing up, and Thumb got a baby now
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| Big Fatts back up in the streets, 'member days we was whilin' out
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| Since he was seventeen, my nigga been locked down
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| So we gon' ball for all them years, he can’t get 'em back
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| That’s twelve years to be exact
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| Fuck the change and shit, I’ma take my niggas across the map
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| And fuck the fame and shit because my momma still strugglin'
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| I swear she deserve the world, and I’m gon' give it to her
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| And if I die tryin', tell the coroner to give it to her
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| Don’t give a fuck about that shit, dog
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| My niggas all deserve to be rich, dog
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| So if you flexin', walking up my strip, dog
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| I’m stressin', smoke a nigga like Menthol
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| What mean the world to you?
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| My nigga, what mean the world to you?
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| What mean the world to you?
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| My nigga, what mean the world to you?
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| What mean the world to you?
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| My nigga, what mean the world to you?
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| And tell me how you would feel if that’s the shit you lose
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| Bothered with the shit that I struggle with
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| Stacking chips, I’m on my Ruffles shit
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| Like, «Fuck the world,» we ain’t celibate
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| Since day one, been on some other shit
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| On some «Get rich with my brother» shit
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| Get on, get my sister off the government
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| Revolvers with the rubber grip, ain’t shit changed
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| I stay strapped like, can’t get wet in the rain
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| And I ain’t worried 'bout a ho ‘cause I got money to gain
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| For them lawyers to get my niggas out them shackles and chains
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| So every pay day, I’m dropping money on JPay
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| For all my niggas' commissary, gotta make sure they bread straight
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| Get that money on my phone and call the homies on threeway
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| Like, «We can’t wait till you come home»
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| I pray to God that I see the day, ‘cause I’m out here in it
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| Smoking dope, reminiscing as I’m seeing these pictures
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| I miss y’all niggas, that’s on the dead homies
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| And whatever situation, I be riding with ya
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| I’m forever y’all nigga, until I’m dead, homie
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| What mean the world to you?
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| My nigga, what mean the world to you?
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| What mean the world to you?
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| My nigga, what mean the world to you?
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| What mean the world to you?
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| My nigga, what mean the world to you?
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| And tell me how you would feel if that’s the shit you lose |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Mean The World 2 U? , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп