| I thought you was my homie
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| You used to be my homie
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| I thought you was my homie
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| You used to be my homie
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| I know you hate on a nigga, I see it in your eyes
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| You a fake ass bitch, in that phoney ass style
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| I been dealin with your kind for a good lil while
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| You ever cross the line, I be back on trial
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| Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
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| You was sinkin like a scribble when we caught that case
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| You feelin left, cause I Tgot right
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| Talkin behind my back, when I’m out of site
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| These pussys throwin curveballs and changin up
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| Them snitches can get no album, or change, bro
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| Thought you was my homie, but you just a phoney
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| I thought you was my homie
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| You used to be my homie
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| I thought you was my homie
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| You used to be my homie
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| You used to be my nigga, till you told them bout that pistol
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| Thought I forgot about it, but it really made me chaotic
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| Spazin, cause god told me to do so
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| You ain’t never been my homie, even though we blood brothers
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| Same class, different mother
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| How can I tell you I love you, when you diss me
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| You used to be my homie, till you pulled that selfish shit
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| You can sleep on the street now, I don’t give a shit
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| Get rid of them snakes, man, cause they make you get hit
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| But I can tell you a few more just got put on the list
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| Ain’t with that homie shit, be that way till I rest
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| I thought you was my homie
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| You used to be my homie
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| I thought you was my homie
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| You used to be my homie |