歌曲 | Associates |
歌手 | Slim Thug |
专辑 | The Boss of All Bosses |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jones, McVey, Thomas, Williams | |
Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don't like watching my back so when | |
I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I'm suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
All my niggas is gone, my damn bitch done cut | |
I got sum shit on my dome an then they love me or what | |
I'm one deep with my chrome like | |
I ain't giving a fuck | |
If I got to do this alone fuck it, that's wassup | |
They say it's lonely at the top and you gon' see who your real friends | |
No more fo doors, | |
I'm riding a coop | |
BenzKeepin' it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing | |
If you don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me it's not confusing | |
And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing | |
You soundin' like a hater to me, it's so amusing | |
Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang | |
You recruiting for the we hate | |
Slim Thug gang | |
But ain't shit change here mayne, | |
I'm still the same | |
Life good up out the hood shit | |
I can't complain | |
These niggas say they down but they just pretend | |
I'm ridin' solo to the end, fuck friends | |
Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don't like watching my back so when | |
I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I'm suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder if | |
God forgot about me | |
And would my people miss me if they had to do without me' | |
Cause anything ain't no love | |
A nigga you think is your homie is runnin' up in your girl | |
Every time you leave her lonely | |
Each and every time | |
I leave my house all three of my guns is on me | |
Ain't none of you niggas is goin' to be kicking or punching on me | |
And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when | |
I need 'em | |
Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest | |
I still ain't seen 'em | |
One deep till | |
I'm on my back, y'all fellas out might be on my sack | |
I'll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line | |
Then I'm a put 'em back in line2006 | |
Beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind | |
It's amazing how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime | |
I'm an OG original gangster mayne, organized general | |
Army ready to drop off chemicals 64-545 criminals, but it's business | |
Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that | |
I'm not feeling | |
Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket | |
I'm not feeling | |
Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don't like watching my back so when | |
I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I'm suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
Stand up yeah, | |
I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years | |
Never thought | |
I had peers that was undercover queers | |
Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back | |
I would've murked ya | |
I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down | |
And judge gave my time since | |
I hogged up | |
The ripper, the last time | |
I heard from my niggas | |
Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence | |
Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches | |
Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups | |
No money, no mail that's okay, that's wassup | |
Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier | |
Where they kill a real nigga make 'em all damn colder | |
I never fold up, | |
I'm a do my time, bitch | |
I'm a make parole hoe, get out and shine trick | |
You fuck niggas better stay out my way | |
I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, nigga | |
Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don't like watching my back so when | |
I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I'm suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit |
zuo qu : Jones, McVey, Thomas, Williams | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
All my niggas is gone, my damn bitch done cut | |
I got sum shit on my dome an then they love me or what | |
I' m one deep with my chrome like | |
I ain' t giving a fuck | |
If I got to do this alone fuck it, that' s wassup | |
They say it' s lonely at the top and you gon' see who your real friends | |
No more fo doors, | |
I' m riding a coop | |
BenzKeepin' it moving ain' t focused on shit but not losing | |
If you don' t fuck with me, don' t fuck with me it' s not confusing | |
And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing | |
You soundin' like a hater to me, it' s so amusing | |
Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang | |
You recruiting for the we hate | |
Slim Thug gang | |
But ain' t shit change here mayne, | |
I' m still the same | |
Life good up out the hood shit | |
I can' t complain | |
These niggas say they down but they just pretend | |
I' m ridin' solo to the end, fuck friends | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder if | |
God forgot about me | |
And would my people miss me if they had to do without me' | |
Cause anything ain' t no love | |
A nigga you think is your homie is runnin' up in your girl | |
Every time you leave her lonely | |
Each and every time | |
I leave my house all three of my guns is on me | |
Ain' t none of you niggas is goin' to be kicking or punching on me | |
And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when | |
I need ' em | |
Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest | |
I still ain' t seen ' em | |
One deep till | |
I' m on my back, y' all fellas out might be on my sack | |
I' ll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line | |
Then I' m a put ' em back in line2006 | |
Beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind | |
It' s amazing how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime | |
I' m an OG original gangster mayne, organized general | |
Army ready to drop off chemicals 64545 criminals, but it' s business | |
Whenever I' m seen with a crowd that | |
I' m not feeling | |
Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket | |
I' m not feeling | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
Stand up yeah, | |
I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years | |
Never thought | |
I had peers that was undercover queers | |
Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back | |
I would' ve murked ya | |
I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down | |
And judge gave my time since | |
I hogged up | |
The ripper, the last time | |
I heard from my niggas | |
Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence | |
Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches | |
Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups | |
No money, no mail that' s okay, that' s wassup | |
Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier | |
Where they kill a real nigga make ' em all damn colder | |
I never fold up, | |
I' m a do my time, bitch | |
I' m a make parole hoe, get out and shine trick | |
You fuck niggas better stay out my way | |
I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, nigga | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit |
zuò qǔ : Jones, McVey, Thomas, Williams | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
All my niggas is gone, my damn bitch done cut | |
I got sum shit on my dome an then they love me or what | |
I' m one deep with my chrome like | |
I ain' t giving a fuck | |
If I got to do this alone fuck it, that' s wassup | |
They say it' s lonely at the top and you gon' see who your real friends | |
No more fo doors, | |
I' m riding a coop | |
BenzKeepin' it moving ain' t focused on shit but not losing | |
If you don' t fuck with me, don' t fuck with me it' s not confusing | |
And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing | |
You soundin' like a hater to me, it' s so amusing | |
Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang | |
You recruiting for the we hate | |
Slim Thug gang | |
But ain' t shit change here mayne, | |
I' m still the same | |
Life good up out the hood shit | |
I can' t complain | |
These niggas say they down but they just pretend | |
I' m ridin' solo to the end, fuck friends | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder if | |
God forgot about me | |
And would my people miss me if they had to do without me' | |
Cause anything ain' t no love | |
A nigga you think is your homie is runnin' up in your girl | |
Every time you leave her lonely | |
Each and every time | |
I leave my house all three of my guns is on me | |
Ain' t none of you niggas is goin' to be kicking or punching on me | |
And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when | |
I need ' em | |
Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest | |
I still ain' t seen ' em | |
One deep till | |
I' m on my back, y' all fellas out might be on my sack | |
I' ll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line | |
Then I' m a put ' em back in line2006 | |
Beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind | |
It' s amazing how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime | |
I' m an OG original gangster mayne, organized general | |
Army ready to drop off chemicals 64545 criminals, but it' s business | |
Whenever I' m seen with a crowd that | |
I' m not feeling | |
Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket | |
I' m not feeling | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit | |
Stand up yeah, | |
I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years | |
Never thought | |
I had peers that was undercover queers | |
Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back | |
I would' ve murked ya | |
I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down | |
And judge gave my time since | |
I hogged up | |
The ripper, the last time | |
I heard from my niggas | |
Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence | |
Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches | |
Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups | |
No money, no mail that' s okay, that' s wassup | |
Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier | |
Where they kill a real nigga make ' em all damn colder | |
I never fold up, | |
I' m a do my time, bitch | |
I' m a make parole hoe, get out and shine trick | |
You fuck niggas better stay out my way | |
I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, nigga | |
Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
So if you run up on me | |
I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
I don' t like watching my back so when | |
I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
I' m suppose to get | |
Gangsta shit |