| If u my nigga, u my nigga then
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| we stick together thick n then
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| thats my nigga then
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| my nigga then
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| This for my nigga, my round, my wodie, my killa, my thug,
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| my nigga, my love, my cock it back ready tah bust.
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| Since we was small, look u was around nigga
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| You dont pay 'cause i took tha charge
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| 'cause im down nigga
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| wen we was broke
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| we cocked it back and we was blastin
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| wen we could smoke
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| we pulled off witcho sacks, laughing
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| if we get chose,
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| we goin on the same line,
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| boxin at the same time,
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| u my thug and I aint lyin.
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| Let me fuck yo main line,
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| U dont cherish it.
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| When beef kicked off,
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| U the 1st one hollin burry this,
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| Look, i’ll tell ya this,
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| If u cross em',
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| I’m gon bank a bitch.
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| If 4 niggas go on this lick,
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| 2 of dem aint gon get shit.
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| My wodie, my round, my vick,
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| Kick our do' together.
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| We pull out bread,
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| and score together.
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| Go to tha head to blow together.
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| Unclick it, aint no level my patna, my friend.
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| If yo high dont kick in,
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| I’ll give u my last shot of gin.
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| Look
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| And When I clip ya,
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| U aint gotta pay me shit.
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| One of our dogs go sour,
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| U holler, «We can take the click.»
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| Thug Love made us thick,
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| Thats why we role solo. |