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, ******* 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 *******t All my ******s is gone, my damn ******* done cut I got sum *******t on my dome an then they love me or what I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a ****** If I got to do this alone ****** 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 *******t but not losing If you don't ****** with me, don't ****** 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 *******t change here mayne, I'm still the same Life good up out the hood *******t I can't complain These ******s say they down but they just pretend I'm ridin' solo to the end, ****** 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, ******* 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 *******t 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 ****** 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 ******s 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 mutha****** if a mutha****** 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 ******* 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, ******* 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 *******t 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 ******s Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence Two months turned to years and them years turned to ******* 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 ****** make 'em all damn colder I never fold up, I'm a do my time, ******* I'm a make parole hoe, get out and *******ne trick You ****** ******s better stay out my way I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, ****** 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, ******* 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 *******t
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, ******* 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 *******t All my ******s is gone, my damn ******* done cut I got sum *******t on my dome an then they love me or what I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a ****** If I got to do this alone ****** 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 *******t but not losing If you don't ****** with me, don't ****** 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 *******t change here mayne, I'm still the same Life good up out the hood *******t I can't complain These ******s say they down but they just pretend I'm ridin' solo to the end, ****** 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, ******* 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 *******t 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 ****** 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 ******s 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 mutha****** if a mutha****** 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 ******* 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, ******* 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 *******t 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 ******s Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence Two months turned to years and them years turned to ******* 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 ****** make 'em all damn colder I never fold up, I'm a do my time, ******* I'm a make parole hoe, get out and *******ne trick You ****** ******s better stay out my way I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, ****** 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, ******* 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 *******t
