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(feat. Mr. Porter) |
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[Mr. Porter] |
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I'm just playin wit y'all *******z, I'm just playin wit y'all *******z |
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I'm just playin wit y'all *******z, I'm just playin wit y'all *******z! |
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They told me to! [echoes] |
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[Chorus: Mr. Porter] |
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They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww) |
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They so cold... I know... that they're out to get me |
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And alllll those people I call my friends, let it gooooooooo |
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That's why I never call on y'all, to be around |
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'Cause you see how this monnneeeyyy can change your friends' faaaiiittthhh |
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[Busta Rhymes] |
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Geah! See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur |
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Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer |
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Muh******s that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em |
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Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket |
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I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much *******t |
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They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick |
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Invested in my *******z, took the realtor route |
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Gambled on the wrong *******z, had to filter 'em out |
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Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful |
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behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full |
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It's cool though, I *******s wit 'em even though I ain't wit it |
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That's why the gats be in the house whenever *******z come visit |
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Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law |
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For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off |
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I seen it one too many times, they di*******elieved and they speechless |
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Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness |
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See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me |
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Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me |
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[Chorus] |
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[Busta Rhymes] |
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Listen! Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on |
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how *******z steal this funny style and I was struggling broke |
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Even though it don't surprise me, *******t it's still kinda funny |
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When I ain't have, a ******* still would come and try to take from me |
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Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end *******t |
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*******z was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friend*******p |
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In the wrong situation, plus there's always a sequel |
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I'm with the wrong muh******s, plus they 'pose to be people's |
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As I get more money, days get colder |
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I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder |
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So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier |
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Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder |
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Living by morals and principles mainly |
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Having heavy thoughts to a kill a brother every time a ****** betrayed me |
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But now I'm winning with the strength of the nation |
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I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the *******t they'll be facing |
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I'm Aftermath now, *******t's getting worse |
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Now when those same "friends" see me goin hard that *******t be making 'em hurt |
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[Chorus] |
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[Busta Rhymes] |
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Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich |
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When I'm outta town, these *******z busy tryna ******* with my ******* |
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Same *******z spend they money 'til the *******t'll diminish |
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I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish |
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I said I'm tired of these *******z, that'll owe me so much *******t |
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that they can't pay me back for, ******* all the dumb *******t |
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Sometime we can't forgive whatever balances off |
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'Specially when *******z cross the line that *******z never should cross |
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Realized and thus I state the same *******t, get the Range |
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The more money *******z get, *******t around you will change |
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Even though *******z'll flip and say, "He the one changed" |
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******* you, the dude'll just'll justify.. takin his *******t from you |
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The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid |
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'Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it |
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And while I sweep these *******z up under the rug with a broom |
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If I never see these "friends" again, that *******t'll be too soon |
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*******t is real like every wind in my breath |
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And that's on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! FLESH OF MY FLESH! |
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[Chorus] |
