| I got a story to tell, 'bout when I ginormously fell
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| Won’t say no names though, 'cause it ain’t no game, bro
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| And it ain’t no angle makin' no woof tickets for me to sell
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| It’s about two buddies in the middle of bout due
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| A lady on the daily puttin' out to
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| One of the buddies, she told him never let his mouth spew
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| Don’t let your boy know what’s happenin'
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| 'Cause we were together, plus shackin' in
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| That’s what you call get some back in friends
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| I was twenty-one
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| She was 40-somethin', say she wanna give me some
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| So I started puttin' Tecca Ninna in the lungs
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| Of the photographer that my homie Brian B’zle brung
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| But it was a catch, she didn’t want a nigga to rack
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| 'Cause her and my homie were together, he’d give her the scratch
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| After every photo-shoot but he’d have a bitter attack
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| If he knew his colleague would shoot me then deliver the snatch
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| So I kept her secret like a dummy, keepin' it professional
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| I didn’t tell my homie but I was full of regret, you know?
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| Ridin' out with my homie, out my mouth, ain’t no decibels
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| 'Bout when she finished flickin' me, we’d bang out on the sectional
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| I used to throw him hints sayin', «I really wanna smash her»
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| Then he would look at me like I was done it with laughter said
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| «She would never do it, I don’t know what you after
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| Out of your league, man you young, broke and plus you a rapper»
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| Damn
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| Bros become foes yeah (bros become foes)
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| Lord knows the lovin' was fly though
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| It ain’t worth livin' these lies though
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| On my dog (On my dog, On my dog)
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| Yeah
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| I should have told him, I should have told him, I should have told him
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| That I was tappin' in
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| I should have told him, I should have told him, I should have told him
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| 'Cause he was a best friend
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| That ain’t never what you do to best friends
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| She would pick me up for photo sessions
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| But I didn’t tell my homie we were low-low sexin'
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| Man this lady had a body like she was SoloFlex’n
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| So right after work, she let me give her a pogo lesson
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| No confession never told him, I was grindin'
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| On his workin' roommate, I was slimin'
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| But I messed up and told my other homie Big Nick
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| But when me and him fell out he told my best friend
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| That I was lyin' all this time and then my homie said
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| Why is you playin' me, I’m hearing too many rumors
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| Yo you got something to say to me, man?
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| You know about my affection for that woman that stay with me
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| You supposed to be my homie, why you fuckin' and fakin'?
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| And then I gotta hear from someone else
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| You selfish man all you think about is your fuckin' self
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| You and her be together, I don’t need no one’s help
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| I’m feel like I’m finna lose it, I don’t know what I’ma do
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| But I swear to…
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| Hold on my nigga, you can’t be callin' me trippin'
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| I’m with my family and I don’t know what the hell you talkin' 'bout that’s
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| fuckin' insanity man
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| Why you lyin' to me bro, you know these people be talkin'
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| And their stories sound the same and you makin' it awkward
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| And I ain’t finna be the type to act like this don’t really hurts
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| What am I supposed to do 'bout it when I’m at work?
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| You and her, we supposed to be brothers that make it worse
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| And he told me everything y’all be doin', don’t do me dirt
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| Don’t deny it homie, really you oversteppin' your turf
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| Told me y’all was snappin' photos and you removin' her skirt
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| Even said I shoulda known this fuckin' chick was a flirt
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| Well how you gonna believe every damn thing he say?
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| Dog you for real? |
| You shoulda told me without a delay
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| We was like fam, now you got me dealin' with hearsay
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| And everything that he say, she say
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| Oh, I gotta go
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| Bros become foes yeah (bros become foes)
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| Lord knows the lovin' was fly though
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| It ain’t worth livin' these lies though
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| On my dog (On my dog, On my dog)
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| Yeah
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| I should have told him, I should have told him, I should have told him
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| That I was tappin' in
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| I should have told him, I should have told him, I should have told him
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| 'Cause he was a best friend
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| That ain’t never what you do to best friends
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| So that is how me and my best friend fell out
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| 'Cause I told another homie something he had to yell out
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| All of our bidness ventures and dreams was the hell out
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| And I’m left with underhanded things that I can tell 'bout
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| Lost my best friend, 'cause I was young and dumb
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| He lost his life to another brother with a gun
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| I never got to tell him that I was sorry, I was sprung
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| My other homie just died of cancer, I’m numb
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| So the moral of the story is don’t
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| Lie to get something that you really want
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| Always keep it real, though a lot of people don’t
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| That’s why they always in funk
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| Shoulda told him I was tappin' in
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| That ain’t never what you do to best friends |