Betrayed
Crips
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I feel betrayed. Now I had this lil' homie that I thought was real Had flows in his game and I'll never forget him Used to be down for the hood thang Quick to cook and breakin' cane Straight runnin' thangs around the way Havin' his money man A rider from the hood understood by many sets With the hood tatted on his back arm and neck Givin a f*ck about a robbery steady dippin and ready for trippin Let the good times roll when my nigga put that clip in The type of homie you can depend on When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong Respected by G's, lil' locs and ghetto queens Stripes from late night creepin' with infra-red beams He seemed to be a soldier who thought he would switch And start talkin like a lil' old punk bitch When the Feds got on him He ran his mouth like a two dollar hoe Even brought that motherfucker to my door I feel [Chorus] Betrayed, can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act crazy Betrayed, can't trust nobody cause people nowadays act shady Now I had this fly bitch that was on my team Big tits, brown ass fallin' out them jeans Used to be down to suck a fat dick Quick to turn a bitch trick Brang the scrilla home to me Kept my pockets fat Should've stopped me on the block sellin' coochie for big leaf With the cold dippin' the pocket while she on her knees Givin a f*ck about a murder, give her a strap watch it now Breakin' a nigga a bid When it comes down to the snaps That type of hoe you can rely on When the chips get low This hoe gon' get a grand O Laced on the team I guess that's why she call me daddy Never thought this funky bitch will run her twist and try to have it For the ki's I got this hoe tried to set me up And the folks out side waitin' to tie a nigga up But I'm sure I do this funky hoe was up to something So I grabbed the .9 and started dumpin' [Chorus: x2] Now I got this crazy uncle kept a badass hoe Runnin games, havin' thangs, steady stackin' the dough Used to be down for the hoo ride, quick to do a homicide If you owed him chips you better pay him or you for sure to die Soldier from that old school, ready for combat With a left hook down to put a youngster on his back Really not care where you come from, what set you claim See it's all about that scrilla, when the .9 take game (that's right) That type of uncle you respected Hit a lick for the chips, bump a bitch and get naked He used to lounge in my house when the things got crazy Never thought he'd crossed the line and be fuckin my lady But it goes for sure then my uncle was a cold nigga Played to find a weakness in my bitch and he went up in her Hit the stash, get some cash and a quarter key Want to kill his ass but I can't smoke my own family [Chorus]
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Written by: GENE SIMMONS, TOMMY C. THAYER
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