Boosie

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[Intro] Ayy Boosie, I know you probably asleep my nigga I been thinking about you dawg I thought I'd holla at you my nigga [Verse 1] It's one in the morning Friday night all of my niggas in the club Instead of ballin with some bitches I'd rather show love I'd rather send kites to the niggas that the world done snubbed That's why I make music for the niggas that the rich won't hug Anything can come out a nigga mouth, but the real in his blood I make mistakes everyday so how can I judge? When a nigga can't be you my nigga, that's when they hate you the worst Real pain, and fake tears, I seen it at church When you want the world to love you then that's when it hurt Wishing bad on a real nigga, I never seen it work In the dictionary love last but hate come first Before I wrote this shit my nigga I prayed for you first [Chorus] Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas? I wonder how many of your dogs done came by and visit ya Wonder if the crackas you made millions even chopped it up with ya Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya? Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya [Verse 2] It ain't a judge or prosecutor more powerful than god Whatever you do my nigga don't let em take what's in your heart Doing day for day and depending on niggas can be hard Believe in you and keep your faith cause that's what's smart Your mommy and your kids are the ones that love you from the start They've seen the system break cliques and tear em apart Staying prayed up my nigga is more important than a charge That's what real niggas do they pass it to god The streets a muthafucka my nigga cause they switch and they change It's hard for niggas to stay out here when there's pussies in the game A nigga running with ya done flipped and go to spraying ya name The crackas never know shit niggas put em on ya game [Chorus] Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas? I wonder how many of your dogs done came by and visit ya Wonder if the crackas you made millions even chopped it up with ya Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya? Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya [Verse 3] In life my nigga all us slip and we fall But that's the time to find out who really yo dawgs Cause all these pussy niggas jump in when it's time to ball But them ain't the same niggas that show up when it's time for war And when the money gone my nigga so is the jewelry man Sometime he takes us through some shit to show us our friends And most people they for self including your kin My grandma always used to tell me with god you win Put yo trust in a higher power and not in man Cause when you fucking round with niggas it all depends But a nigga lied to you before he gone lie to you again In life my nigga love is what last in the end [Chorus] Wonder if the kids you bought bikes for wrote you a letter Wonder if the niggas you did a song with, have you heard from them niggas? I wonder how many of your dogs even came by and visit ya Wonder if the crackas you made millions done chopped it up with ya Wonder if the hoes you used to fuck, even sent ya some pictures Wonder if the niggas you called yo dawgs eitha for ya or against ya? Ya whole situation done taught me alot my nigga When you winnin niggahs hate ya; when ya down they against ya [Outro] From me to you lil homie Not only do I pray for you my nigga I pray for every real nigga who locked up and tied down right now homie When I said it'd never change with me it never changed with me I'll never forget you nigga When I say I salute it, I salute it All my gangstas, all my real niggas
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