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    T-bone Friends текст песни

    Friends

    What’s the definition of a true homeboy, one that been down through the

    thick and the thin. How many real soldiers you got on your team playa? Let’s

    talk about this thing called friends dog

    Friends, All my partners and homeboys

    Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side

    Friends, Thugs that been down with me

    Representin me and my clique, the ORC

    Who can express what a playa feel

    So much gratitude inside of me for my parters that done kept it real

    Loyal through the hard times, when didn’t nobody care

    Everyone puttin’ me down, but you was still there

    So many come and go, turn from a friend to foe

    But trues is with ya when ya seasoned or broke with no doe

    Rolling a bucket, or dippin’ in dropped double R’s

    Poor wit no record deal or signed and a superstar

    Who can I call on when my backs up against that wall

    That won’t judge me, but love me and hug me when I trip and fall

    Accept my flaws and mistakes, love me for who I am

    Stand wit me waving at fans and when I ain’t the man

    Picture me crying at the age of 9

    So many homeys dying, locked up in pens, living a life of crime

    Slugs flying and been a witness to homicide

    This life taught me love all you homies while they still alive

    Friends, All my partners and homeboys

    Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side

    Friends, Thugs that been down with me

    Representin me and my clique, the ORC

    [Verse 2]

    Keep your homies close, cuz in this business friends turn against you

    Especially when you need ‘em the most, that’s when they’ll plot against you

    Then commence to rubbing your name in the dirt

    Leaving you torn apart with all the pain and the hurt

    Jealousy and greed twisted with bitterness and envy

    Make your friend be your most hated enemy

    Seen it happen so many times before

    Make you wanna leave the game and not wanna rhyme no more

    Brotha against brotha and a father hating son

    Somebody tell me what have we done

    My back got blood stains and scabs from backstabs

    Lived life looking for trues that I can call my comrades

    Or soldiers, sick of them lying, backstabbing, vultures

    In a world that’s getting’ colder

    Need a shoulder that I can cry on, rely on, till the day I’m gone

    We share that homey love thug bond, it’s a friend, Baby

    Friends, All my partners and homeboys

    Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side

    Friends, Thugs that been down with me

    Representin me and my clique, the ORC

    Some call ‘em dogs, others call ‘em rouges and comrades

    Partners, hogs and aces, whatever the case is

    Ain’t no replacing a true to life friend

    Soldier who been down through the thick and the thin

    From the womb to the tomb, come floods or typhoons

    We stuck together, endured the cuts and the wounds

    Scabbed and bruised, survived the fights and the feuds

    Separated we nuttin’, but together we can’t lose

    Homeboys to the end, from the hood to the pen

    My life in exchange for yours and your children

    Nuttin’ I wouldn’t do for a friend like you

    When I needed you the most ya came through (that’s true)

    When you hurt I feel pain, when you sad I cry

    Allies and down homies to the day we die

    I got ya back like a chiropractor, from day one

    Throughout your life until the final chapter, we best friends playa!



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