A Tribute: My Homey in the Struggle
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One (Syrian) Disobedient Mofo
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Happy Birthday we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line we were just a little smaller but still rolled Got stretched to Malki and hit the hood swoll RMember all the shit we were in and we never quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you behind them bars now, no more dope game Hope you might be comin home or just get bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail? I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, cause I'm just burning witcha You tryin hard to maintain, then go headcause I ain't mad at cha
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs |
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