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Through the weather the storms, my nigga will always be my nigga |
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Through the weather the storms... |
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Through the weather the storms, my nigga will always be my nigga |
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Through the weather the storms... |
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Through the weather the storms... |
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My nigga will always be my nigga |
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Through the weather the storms... |
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There was a thug I knew in Cleveland, strugglin hard to survive |
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He wanted the finer things in life, whatever the streets could provide |
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Hooked up with the killers slash dealers started to grind and reside |
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Slept on the streets and stayed on the block with a bottle of rocks and a nine |
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Gathered his homies, started a crew, stood on the corners in sloo |
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Way back in 1989 when they wore flats in they shoes |
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Before there was |
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Had him a gun in the bag with his books and took it to class and he'd shoot |
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Whoo, suddenly he was the man, everyone knew he was gettin that money |
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Brand new jewelry, bought him a car at 14, and everything lovely |
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Had him a stash, dreams of upper class, cash in his pocket to spend |
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Had it so good, had it so hood, man I wish I'da been there |
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And one day, the po'-po' was on him, he couldn't escape even though he was quick |
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They offered a deal, but just like a thug, he was what he was, he wasn't no snitch |
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He went to jail, did all of his time, back in the Cleveland, this time with a dream |
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He started a group called Bone Thugs and wanted all of us on his team |
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That's my nigga |
