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I only fuck wit'chu, on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I would be broke, if I would be wit'chu That is why it's fo' one night I'm a motherfuckin gangbangin nightmare, wake up motherfuckers I traded in my white Nike Airs For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood My own niggaz actin like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood I showed niggaz the Bentley then let you drive it Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage When we was fightin with Crips it wasn't about no dollars It was about sellin dope to put our kids through college I'm sittin on the block, reminiscin for hours Wipin my tears cause now half of my niggaz is cowards And I was still fuckin with niggaz, after I got shot And didn't get one hospital visit My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this It hurt my heart, to say this shit Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for real This ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell I don't front about shit I pull my gun up out shit And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap Remember, the bulletholes in my son's car seat My baby momma found four shells, I ain't get One keep your head up, all I got was keep it real Keep it real my niggaz? Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggaz After the bullshit, I stayed right there Took you to award shows, there go J right there Where? Right there! I had all you niggaz in suits Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear The last twelve months been a fuckin nightmare This shit worse than arguin with my bitch I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit Nigga you tell me, what'chu want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu? Oh now it's fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on Piru And the reality is, I could die too And end up in the cemetery, right beside you We can both ride, angels flyin over my head Stoned but the devils inside yo' box You wanted my shine so I gave you ice Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice Black Wall Street fo' life Only fuck with you on two occasions When I'm out of my mind, or when I'm high I only, fuck with you...