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Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee |
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We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G |
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Back in the days we played practical jokes on |
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Everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on |
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All through high school, girls by the dozens |
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Sayin' we cousins, knowin' that we wasn't |
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But like the old saying goes |
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Times goes on and everybody grows |
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Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways |
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You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays |
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In many ways we were paid in the old days |
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So far away from the crazies with AK's |
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And though I been around clowning with the underground |
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I'm still down with my homies from the hometown |
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And if you need, need anything at all |
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I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call |
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It's a shame, you chose the dope game |
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Now you slang cane on the streets with no name |
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It was plain that your aim was mo' cane |
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You got game now you run with no shame |
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I chose rappin' tracks to make stacks |
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In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats |
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But now, I don't wanna down my homie |
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No matter how low you go you're not lowly |
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And I, hear that you made a few enemies |
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But when you need a friend you can depend on me |
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Call, if you need my assistance there'll be no resistance |
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I'll be there in an instant |
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Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover? |
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I'd be no different than the other |
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H to the O to the M to the I to the E |
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I'm down to the E N D |
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'Cause it's a fall in no time at all |
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I'm down for y'all, when my homies call |
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Word, if my homies call |
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Well it's ninety one and I'm livin' kinda swell now |
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But I hear that you're going through some hell pal |
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But life makin' records ain't easy |
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It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy |
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But I guess that the streets is harder |
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Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather |
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My homies is making it elsewhere |
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Striving, working nine to five with no health care |
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We both had dreams of being great |
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But his deferred and blurred and changed in shaped |
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It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make |
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To be great, I'm giving it all it takes |
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Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes |
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I gotta take, my place or fall from grace |
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The foolish way, the pace is quick and great |
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Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate |
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But my homie would never do me wrong |
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That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on |
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No matter who the foe they must fall |
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Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call |