| We was like brothers, same bed, shared the covers
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| In my house, it felt like you came out my mother
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| Couldn’t picture life without my nigga, we wore the same shoes
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| Cut school, ate chips and now and laters
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| We hit the street and broke bread together
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| The D’s jumped out so we both fled together
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| Used to dream about how we get rich together
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| No matter what, boy, we was gonna stick together
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| But the cops came and I got caught
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| Took a plea bargain, so now I’m up North
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| Sitting up in my cell, late writing letters to you
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| Five years done passed, still ain’t got a letter from you
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| And I’m hearing about the Benz you’re driving now
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| I’m in the yard, man, barely surviving now
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| I can’t believe that you shitted on me
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| All I needed was flicks and a little commissary
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| Ain’t no love lost, homie
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| If you got for me, then you gon' get love from me
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| Actions speak louder than words
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| I said actions speak louder than words
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| So now you’re trying to stick it out
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| Even though you know I was foul
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| And your friends and your family know how I get down
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| Mad at me, not wanting me to face my child
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| But knowing it takes a family to raise a child
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| So you took me back everytime I did wrong
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| Finding other girls' numbers in my cell phone
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| Now here you are, stuck with a man that’s no good
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| But telling to your friends that everything’s all good
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| Look, girl, I got some serious issues
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| Deep down I love you, now I don’t mean to diss you
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| You’re a good girl, I really need to kiss you
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| But I guess I’m a coward, to even hit you
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| And I can see why your family doubts me
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| Cause I can’t get cheating up out me
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| Ain’t no need to keep crying about me
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| You should leave, you’re probably better off without me
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| Ain’t no love lost, homie
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| If you got for me, then you gon' get love from me
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| Actions speak louder than words
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| I said actions speak louder than words
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| Now these niggas in the hood think I changed up on 'em
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| Cause I ain’t had time to really hang with 'em
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| Ain’t got time to get up with 'em
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| I’m trying to get that crown and bring it back to 'em
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| But they don’t understand that I’m trying to get it
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| Heard me on the radio and think I’m acting different
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| If I was on the block with 'em everything would be terrific
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| They say I changed cause I’m trying to sell records
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| These niggas dumb, man, I love my hood
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| I’m still me, I ain’t Hollywood, I’m doing what I should
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| And that’s to put food on my son’s plate
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| Can’t do that if I’m standing around on Gates
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| What niggas think? |
| That my gun don’t work no more?
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| Cause I ain’t sitting on the strip with work no more?
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| These guys know not on what they do
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| So I forgive 'em cause they don’t know what to do
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| Ain’t no love lost, homie
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| If you got for me, then you gon' get love from me
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| Actions speak louder than words
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| I said actions speak louder than words |