[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Shit is crazy, yo
(I feel you though, nigga)
Who woulda ever thought, same nigga s
It d be them same nigga s
(You are the same nigga, though)
Same nigga that couldn t get the deal
Now I m the hottest nigga wit a deal
(You ain t changed a bit)
Yo, niggas never got nothin good to say, quick to blame
Fore you judge me feel my pain
You know it ain t a vest in the world that could shield my reign
You ain t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range
Got welcomed to the game wit like 4 mil and change
Nigga s feelin like I changed, but I m feelin the same
So who cares if they beg to differ
When all them nigga s that beg to differ
Is cokeheads and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga s in the hood should appreciate it
By time it s happy birthday its gon be belated
When you me, everything you do get exaggerated
You miss a nigga pound they gon say you flipped out
Take a piss in the street they say you pulled your dick out
As a youth it s just a lot of shit I wanna live out
Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without
Same niggas I was starvin , couldn t get a crumb from
Sometimes I think, where all these mother fuckers come from
I needed money for school, couldn t get no ones from
Got jumped in the park and couldn t get the guns from
Instead of rollin wit a clique, roll wit my sis
Hell no, these motherfuckers can t hold my stick
You think I care if they get mad? I don t owe them shit
Wanna hold sumthin hold my dick, nigga
[1] - We might be from a different hood
But we the same nigga s
(That s just the way it is)
Don t be thinkin shit all good
It be them same nigga s
Same nigga s get caught, blame niggas
Same nigga s, go to court and name, nigga s
(Some things will never change)
It be them same nigga s
Man, regardless how you feel
(It s the way it is)
It be the same motherfuckers that ll get you killed
Them same nigga s, them same nigga s, them same nigga s
Them same nigga s
That s why I don t fuck wit niggas
I got a brotha named Ant, right? Glad to be home
Been through a lot of shit so I m glad to be grown
But yo , where were these freaks when I had no jeeps
Livin on 34th street and we ain t have no heat
Cross from P.S. 92, 7th and 8th
Asked you for dough and you said no dead in my face
But now that I m on, it s like I owe everybody somethin
All my niggas dead so everybody frontin
Same kid s went to Catholic school is dealers
And same nigga s had no heart is now killers
Sometimes I reminisce on what I said in the mist
But even when I dream, it wasn t better than this
But actually, the nigga s who would scrap for me
Or go as far as getting guns and clap for me
Ain t even here to get a platinum plaque for me
I talk to them but they don t talk back to me
I ain t know you that long so ain t much I can ask of you
And when I reminisce I can t take it back wit you
I can t ask Yo what happen to my nigga Black or Q?
So I don t really need to rap wit you, ya know?
[Repeat 1]
Yo , I figured if we All Out, it s all right
As long as when we all brawl we all fight
I m under nigga s hoses like roses
Here I am, M A dolla-sign E nigga, fear no man
Nigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight
Just call my bluff and it be on tonight
I got words of a madman tatooed on my arm
Ain t fuckin wit my sister cuz I m mad at my mom
Blink sayin , That ain t you wit a gat in your palm
But Blink, it s either that or be harmed
So the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh
Give a nigga last wish so he could pick his death
So my sister wanna rap and I wish her the best
But I would never wanna wish her my stress
Cause it s like when I hurt, y all laugh
They put me on every forecast sayin that I bought ass
So I drink a tall glass before I spaz
Then I take it like a man and let it all pass
I wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me
I show nigga s love and nigga s underhand me
Then they wonder why I want no family
What I need a hooker for, gettin head from
And I fear when New Year s come, cuz it might be the year
A good nigga die cuz when you good life ain t fair
Like you call on the saints but the saints don t hear
You could cry to the Lord, its like Christ don t hear
So instead of hood winking I give you the plain facts
If I never change, how I m gon change back, explain that
They sayin Mase ain t the same cat
But every time you get robbed I get ya chain back
Them same nigga s
Them same nigga s
Them same nigga s
Them same nigga s
That s why I don t fuck wit niggas
It s crazy like that, you know what I m saying?
You ll be tellin a nigga you got a deal
He think that that shit come with Rollies
And they come wit Benz s
Come with Bentleys and houses and shit
They don t need no one to work, a nigga quitin
[Repeat 1 until fade]

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