same niggas þarký sözü

[intro]
uh, yeah, yeah
shit is crazy, yo
(i feel you though, nigga)
who woulda ever thought, same nigga´s
it´d be them same nigga´s
(you are the same nigga, though)
same nigga that couldn´t get the deal
now i´m the hottest nigga wit a deal
(you ain´t changed a bit)

yo, niggas never got nothin´ good to say, quick to blame
´fore you judge me feel my pain
you know it ain´t a vest in the world that could shield my reign
you ain´t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range
got welcomed to the game wit´ like 4 mil´ and change
nigga´s feelin´ like i changed, but i´m feelin the same
so who cares if they beg to differ
when all them nigga´s that beg to differ
is cokeheads and sniffers
take me for example, least i made it
you think nigga´s in the hood should appreciate it
by time it´s happy birthday its gon´ be belated
when you me, everything you do get exaggerated
you miss a nigga pound they gon´ say you flipped out
take a piss in the street they say you pulled your dick out
as a youth it´s just a lot of shit i wanna live out
got alot of friends but only had a few when i was without
same niggas i was starvin´, couldn´t get a crumb from
sometimes i think, where all these mother fuckers come from
i needed money for school, couldn´t get no ones from
got jumped in the park and couldn´t get the guns from
instead of rollin´ wit a clique, roll wit my sis
hell no, these motherfuckers can´t hold my stick
you think i care if they get mad? i don´t owe them shit
wanna hold sumthin´ hold my dick, nigga

1 - we might be from a different hood
but we the same nigga´s
(that´s just the way it is)
don´t be thinkin´ shit all good
it be them same nigga´s
same nigga´s get caught, blame niggas
same nigga´s, go to court and name, nigga´s
(some things will never change)

it be them same nigga´s
man, regardless how you feel
(it´s the way it is)
it be the same motherfuckers that´ll get you killed
them same nigga´s, them same nigga´s, them same nigga´s
them same nigga´s
that´s why i don´t fuck wit niggas

i got a brotha named ant, right? glad to be home
been through a lot of shit so i´m glad to be grown
but yo´, where were these freaks when i had no jeeps
livin on 34th street and we ain´t have no heat
´cross from p.s. 92, 7th and 8th
asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face
but now that i´m on, it´s like i owe everybody somethin´
all my niggas dead so everybody frontin´
same kid´s went to catholic school is dealers
and same nigga´s had no heart is now killers
sometimes i reminisce on what i said in the mist
but even when i dream, it wasn´t better than this
but actually, the nigga´s who would scrap for me
or go as far as getting guns and clap for me
ain´t even here to get a platinum plaque for me
i talk to them but they don´t talk back to me
i ain´t know you that long so ain´t much i can ask of you
and when i reminisce i can´t take it back wit´ you
i can´t ask "yo´ what happen to my nigga black or q?"
so i don´t really need to rap wit you, ya know?

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yo´, i figured if we all out, it´s all right
as long as when we all brawl we all fight
i´m under nigga´s hoses like roses
here i am, m a dolla-sign e nigga, fear no man
nigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight
just call my bluff and it be on tonight
i got words of a madman tatooed on my arm
ain´t fuckin wit my sister cuz i´m mad at my mom
blink sayin´, "that ain´t you wit a gat in your palm"
but blink, it´s either that or be harmed
so the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh
give a nigga last wish so he could pick his death
so my sister wanna rap and i wish her the best
but i would never wanna wish her my stress
cause it´s like when i hurt, y´all laugh
they put me on every forecast sayin´ that i bought ass
so i drink a tall glass before i spaz
then i take it like a man and let it all pass
i wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me
i show nigga´s love and nigga´s underhand me
then they wonder why i want no family
what i need a hooker for, gettin´ head from
and i fear when new year´s come, cuz it might be the year
a good nigga die cuz when you good life ain´t fair
like you call on the saints but the saints don´t hear
you could cry to the lord, its like christ don´t hear
so instead of hood winking i give you the plain facts
if i never change, how i´m gon´ change back, explain that
they sayin´ mase ain´t the same cat
but every time you get robbed i get ya chain back
them same nigga´s
them same nigga´s
them same nigga´s
them same nigga´s
that´s why i don´t fuck wit niggas

it´s crazy like that, you know what i´m saying?
you´ll be tellin´ a nigga you got a deal
he think that that shit come with rollies
and they come wit´ benz´s
come with bentleys and houses and shit
they don´t need no one to work, a nigga quitin´

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