Brothers (Explicit)

If my niggas don't f**k wit' you
I don't f**k wit' you
That's just a code in my hood
Don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word
Don't ever let 'em ever play you
Stand up for your sh*t
Make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real niggas
I got some bad rich b**ches
They my real niggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas
My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas
If Yall fell out over some chips
That ain't your real ni**a
If yall fell out over a chick that ain't your real ni**a
Before I be a house ni**a be a field ni**a
I gotta put off a chick call in my trill ni**a
I met juke in 92 when we still niggas
Rockin Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas
Living well me and my niggas go'n eat
Before you hate  hit the brakes with both feet
Hey yo  all right
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Max with the homies  try to teach them things
Teach them how to make a piece of change
Even keep the change
But they neva change
Bought a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain  that Beretta sing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
Money neva change me only change the situation
The paper I be chasin got them sucka niggas hatin
Started from the pavement  basement Satan
Couldn't match my claims
So they compare me to a mason
Free slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' bout crack or we talkin about blacks
So for the blunted  then they pickin the gun up
Motherf**kers is trippin if it in in the run up
Then they gettin the come up  yup b**ch
And they do with the sun up
And this is for my niggas and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing didn't change was my niggas
Hey yo  all right
This is how it's supposed to be
I got the niggas that I need with me
Any issues my ni**a you know then please hit me
No question no hesitation
When it come to own fam dawg
If you creep me the f**k out
You probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines
I'm skippin past
You got me f**ked up
Keep talkin and kiss my a**
No sweatin the ho sh*t
Too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a ni**a need
If its a place to stay or a dime sack of w**d
Word to dennis
Brought me thick and thin 'til we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished
Clothes on our kids
And keep my niggas from goin away on a bid
Only wanted fly sh*t when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they
Ribs at they momma crib
Beat niggas up so  it they go blind about it
We all grown  families up on our own
Providing for 'em real niggas
Real morals that's the code
So long as I am my brotha's keeper
He will provide me with a  or a street sweeper
The love I have for my niggas is another type
You gotta real ni**a down with you for your whole life
Love for my niggas
The brothers that I never had
Made my life a lot less sad my ni**a