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pochette album Bid long
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Date de parution : 15/12/2009

Durée : 0:04:27

Style : Hip Hop/Rap



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Aye, dawg, this one here for all
Motherfuckin niggas that's locked up, dawg
All my niggas who biddin in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you but i aint forgot about you

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

What can a young nigga 19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfuckin thang but hope fun appears
Them crackers givin niggas more time then they done lived
Where im from, these crackers hidin niggas at the crib

I asked my homeboy, how the fuck do you do 40?
He told me, you just do it, you dont think about it
Them crackers dont sell licks in prison, you gotta think bout it
Well, like he told me time aint the thang hurts the most

The motherfuckers that forget bout you that you thought was close
If he had to do it all again he wouldnt even take it to the doe
I told he aint got to tell me cuz i already know
He thought he had himself some soldiers on the front row

Well, like told him you aint breakin bread no more
And these streets thats all a nigga care for
The real niggas in these streets are the all time low
And these hoes and homeboys aint ridin no more

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

Nobody care about you when you aint got shit to give
But when you got it they love you when you out of here
They was my niggas when they was out and they my niggas now
Right now they need me the most so i got to help em out

I turn my back on them, that mean im the pussy nigga then
And me bein flaw is somethin i dont believe in
Theres niggas everyday thats gettin lost in the system
The fucked up part about, dont nobody miss em?

Own brother cant even tell me where the crackers shipped em
Told me that with a straight face and kept dippin
Im looking at dawg like man, this pussy nigga trippin
Your own brother you cant tell me where the crackers shipped em

Love dont love nobody, the streets fucked up
Thats why i pray everyday that i dont get jammed up
To be honest with you, im scared to find out whats what
The ones that let you down the ones you loved so much

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

What happened to niggas acceptin a couple phone calls?
And what happened to niggas sendin flicks to their dawg?
Your dawg down bad right now, gon break em off
You got to answer his calls for yall to even talk

And like you can call him shit when you wanna talk
Some niggas doin time right now that aint their fault
In this world its a black law and its a white law
A street nigga dawg, we dont die of old age

A street nigga dawg, we die one or three ways
We get shot, die in prison or we die of age
I know its already written how ima leave you one day
But all the niggas locked up, i pray for you every day

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

I got some niggas in prison that aint comin home
And if they aint holdin, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin with done left em alone
Motherfuckers forget bout you when you bidin alone

Aye, dawg, its a lot of good motherfuckin niggas locked up, dawg
Its a lot of niggas thats locked up that when they was out of here
My nigga, they took care of a lot of you motherfuckers, man
Made sure a lot of yall was good, dawg, its a lot of niggas doin time

Because of some of the motherfuckers out here, dawg
And now when a nigga get locked up, man
Yall cant make sure dawg got canteen money
Yall cant make sure yall send dawg flicks, man

Yall cant kept dawg phone calls, man
You put a block on the phone cuz your fuckin another nigga, man
Dawg, keep it real with yourself, homie

If dawg looked out for you and took care of you, my nigga
For two, three years while you was out of here, dawg
The least you can do is take care of dawg two or three years, dawg

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