[Intro:]N***a, G-Unit n***a!!Dayum.. I neva knew this rap s**tCould have a n***a beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?S**t f****d up, but this how it goes...[Verse]Came up (Yuh!), I did my thangThis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fu***n' team (Huh!)Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)Find me a new job - I wanna rapSo I got myself a new squad, got out tha trapDidn't have too many n****s ridin' wit' me then (Uh)But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)This one n***a dat I called a friend of mineHe was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha lineThinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (n***a!)My blessin' came and people started to listinIt's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)To ride wit' a n***a, and make his own breadCan't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I canHe got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)Brought him round 50 to show him what he gotHe looked at me quickly and said he was hotWe was on our way, straight to tha topBut my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)His frustration kicks in, now here we goMy homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'Meanwhile this tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)S**t my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)Stay focused tha way I post thisWhen tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)S**t got bad, my homeboi really got mad'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who?He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)Now I can't live around this beef stuff (Nah)This ain't New York, my city ain't big enoughSo I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and s**t (C'monn)Askin' The Lord how did it come to this (Why?!)There he goes, right there with his toy souljasI'm all by myself, let's git this ovaDogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody moveWhere my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyesAnd then I realized dat he didn't wanned dieSo it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)A car door opens, and who do I see?!My homeboi artist who was down wit' meHe holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)I wadn't thinkin' I just f****d ya man upPicked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (n***a!!)Weeks went by, and we got back coolFirst it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)'Cause these same ol' dues dat I let back round (Okayye)Doin' all kinds'a s**t behind my back nowWanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)But this how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi[Outro:]They smilin' in ya faceAll tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)They smilin' in ya faceAll tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
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