| Life is much mo' precious
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| Than you’ll think
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| Like a game’ll make yo chips sink
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| It’s so hard
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| Hard to trust a smile and face
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| When niggas got intentions already taking yo place
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| Keep my head up and stand tall
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| If I stumble, then I’ll fall
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| Will you pick me up at all?
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| Will you pick me up at all?
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| I’m a keep it gangsta till my end
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| Cause some people do pretend
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| And ain’t too many of us that we can call friends
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| That we can call friends
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| Ohhhhhhh
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| Now all I gotta do is keep my head up
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| And walk a straight line when fake friends won’t mind
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| But I’m kind-hearted
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| And don’t like being stepped on
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| If I wasn’t real, I wouldn’t be in this position
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| Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
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| I’m by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
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| Lil' Jay used to say I’d never be nobody
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| But you know what I never do?
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| Smoke it off like Gotti
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| Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones
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| Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone
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| I never threaten nobody to make it happen
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| Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin'
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| But if I had a chance to give it back
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| I’d give it to the ones who helped me do that
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| Do that, straight from the heart
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| Eastside till I die
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| We ain’t no contract friends, we doggs for life
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| It’s a trip how we Crip
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| Suppose the enemies still
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| With both sides ride causing plenty of tears
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| Insane’s and 20's both from the same city
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| A bunch of down niggas and it ain’t that many
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| Me, C, and the G can think back to the start
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| Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park
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| And having a heart
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| To get 'em up if it was beef
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| Head up like G’s, take it out in the street
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| Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view
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| So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few
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| But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case
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| And homie that ain’t nothing that the set could erase
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| You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke
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| A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close
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| And y’all kids, my kids, so we family now
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| Cause I could never see you doing bad without
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| And that’s real
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| Life is much mo' precious
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| Than you’ll think
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| Like a game’ll make yo chips sink
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| It’s so hard
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| Hard to trust a smile and face
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| When niggas got intentions already taking yo place
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| Keep my head up and stand tall
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| If I stumble, then I’ll fall
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| Will you pick me up at all?
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| Will you pick me up at all?
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| I’m a keep it gangsta till my end
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| Cause some people do pretend
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| And ain’t too many of us that we can call friends
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| That we can call friends… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends, artist - Tha Eastsidaz. Album song Duces 'N Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп