Associates

[Hook: Z-Ro] 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 [Verse 1: Slim Thug] 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 an you Gon see who your real friends No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz Keepin it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing If you don't fuk with me don't fuk 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 Fuk friends [Hook: Z-Ro] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] 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 yo homie is runnin up in yo girl everytime you leave her Lonely Each and everytime 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 Ya'll 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 line 2006 forever gloc 40 with hollows in mind It's amazing how something so small can flip yo bitch ass anytime I'm an og original gangster mayne organized general Army ready to drop off chemicals 64 545 criminals But it's buisness Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feeling Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling [Hook: Z-Ro] [Verse 3: J-Dawg] 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 wuld've murked yuh I vouch for me an mine Till the gavel drop down An 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 a mo daycloder I never fold up I'm a do my time bitch I'm a make parole ho Get out and shine trick You fuck niggas better stay out my way I awready wanna blow off yo face For violating the code nigga [Hook: Z-Ro]