Everybody [Remix]
MO3, Boosie Badazz
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Everybody ain't yo' partna Why the f*ck these niggas wanna go against the grain, huh, yeah Why the f*ck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name, huh, ay True story I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me) A couple of bitches who hurt me (they hurt me) The jury don't want me to make it (make it) The DA, I know that he working (oh, he working) Prosecutors wanna end me (what?) I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty) This .40 I got, that bitch dirty (baow) Shooter on go, he shoot perfect I keep a hunnid on me, after what they done to Bleek The same ones who put him to sleep, we all used to be in a Jeep How could you do me so dirty, how could you wait 'til I leave It's like you was hatin' on purpose, so now you gon' die up in threes I got accused of some murders and bodies so I did some time in the pen Trust no motherfuckin' body again, niggas ain't solid, nigga Shit got fucked up, nigga got fucked up Now my baby mom on the stand raisin' her motherfuckin' hand Everybody ain't your friend Everybody ain't your partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't your friend Everybody ain't your partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you I woulda killed for you niggas Now I can't deal with you niggas Talking to the Grim Reaper Finna get rid of you niggas So sick of these niggas, claiming they hittas and killers Showing out for them bitches, flexing on Instagram pictures Put it on my life on my mama we gone be straight My partner looked me in my face before I took that case Then a nigga turned state, other homie turned snake But I kept it real with these niggas, how could they do me that way I was broke than a bitch, oh, I'm hustling I'm on my grind, yeah Worked my way up to a quarter pound selling dime bags I spent 250 for the shit They startin' to cook, I'm hittin' licks My nigga hit me for some zips Shouldn't had showed him where it is Everybody ain't your friend Everybody ain't your partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't your friend Everybody ain't your partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you Have you ever gave your last twenty dollars to a nigga that you love And that same nigga you call your partna talk about you, drag your name through the mud
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Written by: Melvin Noble, Zykerian Hood
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