Текст песни WILL SMITH - Atg JayDee

I can't even lie like I gon' miss my nigga Steve, Lil Sticky too
When all the shit you did for me, and all the shit I did for you
It's hard to find some solid niggas who gone really spin for you
And all them losses that we took, I guarantee we win for you
Before Lil Sticky died, I swear to god he told me I was next
They he'll be on my side, my niggas died before I got the check
We all was broke as hell together, now I got cake and I can flex
Posted on Eleven Ave wit my hand ona tech

Real shit, shit happen real quick
Lil Steve really drill shit Sticky was real as real get
How the fuck yall niggas up ona sco' ain't kill shit
Slapping p's like Will Smith gon' catch the opps and kill dem

I need 38 for the whole bow, this real him
Nigga think bout slidin' I hope he know his chances real slim
Showed him some other shit, but he got served some else I reeled him
Back then I was dat nigga, right now I'm still him
He think he ran off wit the k, I'ma kill him
My lil nigga like to shoot shit, but not in a real gym
Boy don't text me crying bout' no bitch, niggas real simps
All my niggas really pushing p's, they some real pimps (yeaaa)

I can't even lie like I gon' miss my nigga Steve, Lil Sticky too
When all the shit you did for me, and all the shit I did for you
It's hard to find some solid niggas who gone really spin for you
And all them losses that we took, I guarantee we win for you
Before Lil Sticky died, I swear to god he told me I was next
They he'll be on my side, my niggas died before I got the check
We all was broke as hell together, now I got cake and I can flex
Posted on Eleven Ave wit my hand ona tech

Bitch I just talked to Lil Money free Lil Mike my nigga straight
Everytime dem folks flick dem lights, gang nem getting away
Bitch every since I lost my niggas, I don't really like to play
Dem niggas thought that they was gangsta
Pulled up bangin' wit da drac'
Dem niggas ran, niggas should've played sports
Bitch I'm married to the trap, and no I can't get a divorce
Thick bitch, she gone come and ride the dick like a horse
He the type don't come outside, he gone get kilt on the porch
B'N'B vibes, your hoe eating dick like pork
Niggas lame as hell hating on the gang, what for
Freak bitches gotta room, hit 'em up, what floor
Knew that we was finna fuck they told us pull up, we bored

I can't even lie like I gon' miss my nigga Steve, Lil Sticky too
When all the shit you did for me, and all the shit I did for you
It's hard to find some solid niggas who gone really spin for you
And all them losses that we took, I guarantee we win for you
Before Lil Sticky died, I swear to god he told me I was next
They he'll be on my side, my niggas died before I got the check
We all was broke as hell together, now I got cake and I can flex
Posted on Eleven Ave wit my hand ona tech
Real shit, shit happen real quick
Lil Steve really drill shit, Sticky was real as real get
How the fuck yall niggas up ona sco' ain't kill shit
Slapping p's like Will Smith, gon' catch the opps and kill dem