| And I’m off this Henny, I’m off Patron
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| Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
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| Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
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| I remember I was broke, now my paper long
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| If you want me to slide, you know I will
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| Gotta keep that fire, you know I will
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| And when I die, lil' baby, she in my will
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| And I ain’t never left, I’m in the field
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| Need someone to treat you right, girl, you know I could
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| Try to snatch my chain, I wish a nigga would
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| I remember sipping Henny, smoking 'Woods
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| And them niggas ain’t gon' try me 'cause they know I’m Suge
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| Give a fuck who you is, nigga it ain’t good
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| I ain’t never left, bitch, I’m in the hood
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| I ain’t never did you wrong and I never would
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| I could get them niggas gone, yeah you know I could
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| Nigga, you could ask around, I ain’t never lied
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| I remember posted on that S, getting hella high
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| Now I got a crib in LA catching hella vibes
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| Couldn’t wait 'til niggas knew my name and it was televised
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| Aww SOB, RBE that’s the gang, bitch
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| I been cruising through the V on that same shit
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| Don’t know who I’m 'posed to be when that pain hit
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| 'Cause I was still in them streets when that fame hit
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| Missing all my niggas, they done gone, yeah
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| Lord, I just hope I make it home, yeah
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| 'Member we was kids? |
| Now we grown, yeah
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| From the V, I had to get it on my own, yeah
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| And I’m off this Henny, I’m off Patron
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| Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
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| Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
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| I remember I was broke, now my paper long
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| If you want me to slide, you know I will
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| Gotta keep that fire, you know I will
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| And when I die, lil' baby, she in my will
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| And I ain’t never left, I’m in the field
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| Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| Free my thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thugs
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| Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| R.I.P. |
| my thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thugs
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| Nigga, everywhere I go I keep my fire on me
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| Nigga, I was underage when I was riding forty
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| And, bitch, fuck your nigga 'cause we sliding on him
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| I came in this world alone, I guess I’m dying lonely
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| Feed a nigga to the snakes and watch him die slowly
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| I think she blowing up my line because she tryna blow me
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| I keep a chopper with a scope 'cause they tryna score me
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| And I treat niggas like they bitches just for tryna ho me
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| And I miss all my thugs, wish I could bring 'em back
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| Them crackers almost pulled that trigger just for being black
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| And just to make it out this life, bro, you gon' need a strap
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| When I catch niggas it ain’t all good it ain’t no season pass, bitch
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| And I’m off this Henny, I’m off Patron
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| Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
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| Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
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| I remember I was broke, now my paper long
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| If you want me to slide, you know I will
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| Gotta keep that fire, you know I will
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| And when I die, lil' baby, she in my will
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| And I ain’t never left, I’m in the field
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| Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| Free my thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thugs
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| Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
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| R.I.P. |
| my thug, thug, thugs
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| I miss my thug, thug, thugs |