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Associates (Ft. Z-Ro and J Dawg)

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 shitAll my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut

I got sum shit on my dome

Did 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 an you

Gon' see who your real friends

No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz

Keepin' 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 friendsAin'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 shitSometimes 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 yo homie is runnin' up in yo 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

Ya'll 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 line

2006 beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind

It's amazing how something so small can flip yo 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 feelingAin'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 shitI 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 yuh

I vouch for me an mine

'Til the gavel drop down

An 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 a mo daycloder

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 awready wanna blow off yo face

For violating the code niggaAin'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

Songwriters

J. McVey, L. Jones, L. Williams, S. ThomasPublished by

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