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Slim Thug - Associates (Ft. J Dawg & Z-Ro)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slim Thug
Slim Thug
Vocals
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Vocals
J-Dawg
J-Dawg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stayve Thomas
Stayve Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bigg Tyme
Bigg Tyme
Producer
J. Moses
J. Moses
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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, ****
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: Troy Miller
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