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feat slim thug jdawg z ro - associates (feat. slim thug jdawg) - z-ro lyrics

[chorus: z-ro]
ain’t no such things as friends only -ssociates
so if you run up on me i’m pullin’ my gun out of my holster b-tch
i don’t like watchin’ 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 sh-t.

[verse 1: slim thug]
all my n-gg-s is gone my d-mn b-tch done cut
i got some sh-t on my dome an then they love me or what
i’m one deep with my chrome like i ain’t givin’ a f-ck
if i got to do this alone f-ck it that’s what’s up
they say it’s lonely at the top an you gon’ see who your real friends
no more fo’ doors i’m ridin’ a coop benz
keepin’ it movin’ ain’t focused on sh-t but not losin’
if you don’t f-ck with me don’t f-ck with me
it’s not confusin’
& when you speak on my name watch the words your choosin’
you soundin’ like a hater to me it’s so amusin’
instead of movin’ on tryin’ to do your own thang
you recruitin’ for the we hate slim thug gang
but ain’t sh-t change here mayne
i’m still the same
life good up out the hood sh-t i can’t complain
these n-gg-s say they down but they just pretend
i’m ridin’ solo to the end
f-ck friends.

[verse 2: z-ro]
sometimes i wonder if god forgot about me
& would my people miss me if they had to do without me
’cause anything ain’t no love
a n-gg- you think is yo homey is runnin’ up in your girl everytime you leave her lonely
each & everytime i leave my house all 3 of my guns is on me
ain’t none of you n-gg-s is goin’ to be kickin’ or punchin’ on me
& i learned my lesson about callin’ my homies when i need’em
out of 11 1 & a half shows up & the rest i still ain’t seen’em
one deep ’til i’m on my back
ya’ll fellas out might be on my sack
i’ll shoot a m-th-f-cker if a m-th-f-cker jump out of line then i’m a put’em back in line
2006 forever glock 40 with hollows in mind
it’s amazin’ how something so small can flip your b-tch -ss anytime
i’m an og original gangsta mayne organized general
army ready to drop off chemicals
64 545 criminals
but it’s buisness
whenever i’m seen with a crowd that i’m not feelin’
enter the conversation & paper in my pocket i’m not feelin’…

[verse 3: j-dawg]
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 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 n-gg-s
still in denial in the begginin’ of my sentence
2 months turned to years & them years
turned to b-tches
sittin’ in my cell doin’ sets of pushup’s
no money no mail that’s okay that’s what’s up
mama made a man but these streets raised
a soldier
where they kill a real n-gg- make a mo’ daycloder
i never fold up
i’m a do my time b-tch
i’m a make parole hoe
get out & shine trick
yeah
you f-ck n-gg-s better stay out my way
i already wanna blow off yo face
for violatin’ the code n-gg-.

- feat slim thug jdawg z ro lyrics

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