Associates (feat. J-Dawg & Z-Ro)

Ain't no such thing 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'mma unload the clip

But I'd rather respect you, just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta shit

All my **** is gone, my damn bitch done cut

I got some shit on my dome

Did 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 whats up

They say it's lonely at the top

And you gonna see who your real friends

No more fo' doors, I'm rollin' the coupe Benz

Keeping 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 you're choosing

You sounding like a hater to me, it's so amusing

Instead of moving on, trying to do your own thing

You recruiting for the we hate Slim Thug gang

But ain't shit change here, man I'm still the same

Life good up out the hood, shit I can't complain

These **** say they down, but they just pretend

I'm riding solo to the end, fuck friends

Ain't no such thing 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'mma unload the clip

But I'd rather respect 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 **** you think is yo homie is running up in you 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 **** going to be kicking and punching on me

And I learned my lesson about calling my homies when I need 'em

Out of eleven, one and a half shows up and the rest

I still ain't seen 'em

I'm one deep till I'm on my back

Y'all fellas out might be on my sack

I'll shoot a motherfucker, if a motherfucker jump out of line

Then I'ma put 'em back in line

2006 Beretta, Glock .40 with hollows in mind

It's amazing how something so small can flip yo bitch ass anytime

I'm an OG, original gangster man, organized general

Army ready to drop off chemicals, assisted by four or five 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 thing 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'mma unload the clip

But I'd rather respect you, just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta shit

I done seen a whole lot in these twenty six years

Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers

Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would've murked you

I vouch for me and mine, 'till the gavel drop down

A judge gave my time since I hogged up the riper

The last time I heard from my ****

Still in denial in the beginning of my sentence

Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches

Sitting in my cell doing sets of push ups

No money, no mail, that's okay, that's whats up

Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier

Where they kill a real **** make a mo day colder

I never fold up, I'ma do my time, bitch, I'ma make parole, ho

Get out and shine, trick, yeah, you fuck **** better stay out of my way

I already wanna blow off yo face for violating the code, ****

Ain't no such thing 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'ma unload the clip

But I'd rather respect you, just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta shit