Associates Lyrics
| Song | Associates |
| Artist | Slim Thug |
| Album | The Boss of All Bosses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, McVey, Thomas, Williams | |
| Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don't like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
| But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I'm suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| All my niggas is gone, my damn bitch done cut | |
| I got sum shit on my dome an then they love me or what | |
| I'm one deep with my chrome like | |
| I ain't giving a fuck | |
| If I got to do this alone fuck it, that's wassup | |
| They say it's lonely at the top and you gon' see who your real friends | |
| No more fo doors, | |
| I'm riding a coop | |
| BenzKeepin' it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing | |
| If you don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me it's not confusing | |
| And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing | |
| You soundin' like a hater to me, it's so amusing | |
| Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang | |
| You recruiting for the we hate | |
| Slim Thug gang | |
| But ain't shit change here mayne, | |
| I'm still the same | |
| Life good up out the hood shit | |
| I can't complain | |
| These niggas say they down but they just pretend | |
| I'm ridin' solo to the end, fuck friends | |
| Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don't like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
| But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I'm suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder if | |
| God forgot about me | |
| And would my people miss me if they had to do without me' | |
| Cause anything ain't no love | |
| A nigga you think is your homie is runnin' up in your girl | |
| Every time you leave her lonely | |
| Each and every time | |
| I leave my house all three of my guns is on me | |
| Ain't none of you niggas is goin' to be kicking or punching on me | |
| And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when | |
| I need 'em | |
| Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest | |
| I still ain't seen 'em | |
| One deep till | |
| I'm on my back, y'all fellas out might be on my sack | |
| I'll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line | |
| Then I'm a put 'em back in line2006 | |
| Beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind | |
| It's amazing how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime | |
| I'm an OG original gangster mayne, organized general | |
| Army ready to drop off chemicals 64-545 criminals, but it's business | |
| Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that | |
| I'm not feeling | |
| Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket | |
| I'm not feeling | |
| Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don't like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
| But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I'm suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| Stand up yeah, | |
| I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years | |
| Never thought | |
| I had peers that was undercover queers | |
| Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back | |
| I would've murked ya | |
| I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down | |
| And judge gave my time since | |
| I hogged up | |
| The ripper, the last time | |
| I heard from my niggas | |
| Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence | |
| Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches | |
| Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups | |
| No money, no mail that's okay, that's wassup | |
| Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier | |
| Where they kill a real nigga make 'em all damn colder | |
| I never fold up, | |
| I'm a do my time, bitch | |
| I'm a make parole hoe, get out and shine trick | |
| You fuck niggas better stay out my way | |
| I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, nigga | |
| Ain't no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I'm pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don't like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I'm a unload the clip | |
| But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I'm suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit |
| zuo qu : Jones, McVey, Thomas, Williams | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| All my niggas is gone, my damn bitch done cut | |
| I got sum shit on my dome an then they love me or what | |
| I' m one deep with my chrome like | |
| I ain' t giving a fuck | |
| If I got to do this alone fuck it, that' s wassup | |
| They say it' s lonely at the top and you gon' see who your real friends | |
| No more fo doors, | |
| I' m riding a coop | |
| BenzKeepin' it moving ain' t focused on shit but not losing | |
| If you don' t fuck with me, don' t fuck with me it' s not confusing | |
| And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing | |
| You soundin' like a hater to me, it' s so amusing | |
| Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang | |
| You recruiting for the we hate | |
| Slim Thug gang | |
| But ain' t shit change here mayne, | |
| I' m still the same | |
| Life good up out the hood shit | |
| I can' t complain | |
| These niggas say they down but they just pretend | |
| I' m ridin' solo to the end, fuck friends | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder if | |
| God forgot about me | |
| And would my people miss me if they had to do without me' | |
| Cause anything ain' t no love | |
| A nigga you think is your homie is runnin' up in your girl | |
| Every time you leave her lonely | |
| Each and every time | |
| I leave my house all three of my guns is on me | |
| Ain' t none of you niggas is goin' to be kicking or punching on me | |
| And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when | |
| I need ' em | |
| Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest | |
| I still ain' t seen ' em | |
| One deep till | |
| I' m on my back, y' all fellas out might be on my sack | |
| I' ll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line | |
| Then I' m a put ' em back in line2006 | |
| Beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind | |
| It' s amazing how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime | |
| I' m an OG original gangster mayne, organized general | |
| Army ready to drop off chemicals 64545 criminals, but it' s business | |
| Whenever I' m seen with a crowd that | |
| I' m not feeling | |
| Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket | |
| I' m not feeling | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| Stand up yeah, | |
| I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years | |
| Never thought | |
| I had peers that was undercover queers | |
| Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back | |
| I would' ve murked ya | |
| I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down | |
| And judge gave my time since | |
| I hogged up | |
| The ripper, the last time | |
| I heard from my niggas | |
| Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence | |
| Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches | |
| Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups | |
| No money, no mail that' s okay, that' s wassup | |
| Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier | |
| Where they kill a real nigga make ' em all damn colder | |
| I never fold up, | |
| I' m a do my time, bitch | |
| I' m a make parole hoe, get out and shine trick | |
| You fuck niggas better stay out my way | |
| I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, nigga | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, McVey, Thomas, Williams | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| All my niggas is gone, my damn bitch done cut | |
| I got sum shit on my dome an then they love me or what | |
| I' m one deep with my chrome like | |
| I ain' t giving a fuck | |
| If I got to do this alone fuck it, that' s wassup | |
| They say it' s lonely at the top and you gon' see who your real friends | |
| No more fo doors, | |
| I' m riding a coop | |
| BenzKeepin' it moving ain' t focused on shit but not losing | |
| If you don' t fuck with me, don' t fuck with me it' s not confusing | |
| And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing | |
| You soundin' like a hater to me, it' s so amusing | |
| Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang | |
| You recruiting for the we hate | |
| Slim Thug gang | |
| But ain' t shit change here mayne, | |
| I' m still the same | |
| Life good up out the hood shit | |
| I can' t complain | |
| These niggas say they down but they just pretend | |
| I' m ridin' solo to the end, fuck friends | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder if | |
| God forgot about me | |
| And would my people miss me if they had to do without me' | |
| Cause anything ain' t no love | |
| A nigga you think is your homie is runnin' up in your girl | |
| Every time you leave her lonely | |
| Each and every time | |
| I leave my house all three of my guns is on me | |
| Ain' t none of you niggas is goin' to be kicking or punching on me | |
| And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when | |
| I need ' em | |
| Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest | |
| I still ain' t seen ' em | |
| One deep till | |
| I' m on my back, y' all fellas out might be on my sack | |
| I' ll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line | |
| Then I' m a put ' em back in line2006 | |
| Beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind | |
| It' s amazing how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime | |
| I' m an OG original gangster mayne, organized general | |
| Army ready to drop off chemicals 64545 criminals, but it' s business | |
| Whenever I' m seen with a crowd that | |
| I' m not feeling | |
| Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket | |
| I' m not feeling | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit | |
| Stand up yeah, | |
| I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years | |
| Never thought | |
| I had peers that was undercover queers | |
| Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back | |
| I would' ve murked ya | |
| I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down | |
| And judge gave my time since | |
| I hogged up | |
| The ripper, the last time | |
| I heard from my niggas | |
| Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence | |
| Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches | |
| Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups | |
| No money, no mail that' s okay, that' s wassup | |
| Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier | |
| Where they kill a real nigga make ' em all damn colder | |
| I never fold up, | |
| I' m a do my time, bitch | |
| I' m a make parole hoe, get out and shine trick | |
| You fuck niggas better stay out my way | |
| I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code, nigga | |
| Ain' t no such things as friends, only associates | |
| So if you run up on me | |
| I' m pulling my gun out of my holster, bitch | |
| I don' t like watching my back so when | |
| I bust I' m a unload the clip | |
| But I' d rather expect you just give me the respect | |
| I' m suppose to get | |
| Gangsta shit |
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