Bid long (aint comin home)
by Plies
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[Plies talking:]
Ay dog dis one here for all mutha fuckin niggaz dats locked up dog
All my niggaz who biddn in prison my nigga a lot of niggaz
Fogot about cha but I ain´t fogot about cha
[Chorus:]
I got some niggaz in prison dat ain´t comin home and they main bitch
Put a block on da phone for all da niggaz dey was runnin
With done left em lone mutha fuckas foget bout cha when ya bid long
[Verse 1:]
Wat can a young nigga 19 do with 40 yrs
Not a mutha fuckin thang but hope fun appears
Dem crackas givin niggaz mo time den dey done lived
Where I´m from deez crackas hidin niggaz at da crib
I asked my homeboy how da fuck do you do 40
He told me you just do it u don´t think about it
Dem crackas don´t sell licks in prison u gotta think bout it
Well like he told me tyme ain´t tha thang hurts tha most
The mu fuckas dat forget bout cha that u thought was close
If he had to do it all again he woudnt even take it 2 da doe
I told he ain´t got to tell me cause I already kno
He thought he had hiself som soldiers on da front row
Well like told him you ain´t breakin bread no mo
N deez streets dats all a nigga care 4
Da real niggaz n deez streets r tha all tyme low
And deez hoes n homeboys ain´t ridin no moe
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Nobody care about cha when u ain´t got shit to give
But when ya got it they love ya wen ya out of here
They waz my niggaz when they waz out n they my niggaz now
Right now they need me the most so I got to help em out
I turn my back on dem dat mean I´m da pussy nigga den
N me bein flaw is somthin I don´t believe n
Der niggaz everyday that´s gettin lost n da system
Tha fucked up part about don´t nobody miss em
Own brother can´t even tell me where the crackas shipped em
Told me that with a straight faze n kept dippin
I´m looking at dog like man dis pussy nigga trippin
Ya own brotha ya can´t tell me where tha crackas shipped em
Love don´t love nobody da streetz fucked up
Dats why I pray everyday dat I don´t get jammed up
To b honest witcha I´m scared to find out wats wat
Tha ones that let ya down the ones ya loved so much
[Chorus x2]
Wat happin to niggaz acceptin a couple fone calls
N wat happin to niggaz sendin flicks to dey dawg
Ya dawg down bad right now gone break em off
Ya got to answer hiz calls for ya´ll to even talk
N like yo can call him shitt wen ya wanna talk
Som niggaz doin time right now dat ain´t dey fault
N dis world it´s a black law n it´s a white law
A street nigga dawg we don´t die of old age
A street nigga dawg we die 1 or three wayz
We get shot, die n prison, or we die of age
I kno it´s already written how I´m a leave ya one day
But all da niggaz locked up I pray 4 ya every day
[Chorus x2]
Ay dawg it´s a lot of good mu fuckin niggaz locked up dawg
It´s a lot of niggaz dats locked up dat wen dey was out of here
My nigga dey took care of a lot of u mu fuckas man
Made sure a lot of ya´ll waz good dawg it´s a lot of niggaz doin tyme
Becuz of some of da mu fuckas out here dawg
N now wen a nigga get locked up man
Ya´ll can´t make sure dawg got cantine money
Ya´ll can´t make sure ya´ll send dawg flicks man
Ya´ll can´t cept dawg fone calls man
Ya put a block on da phone cause ya fuckin anotha nigga man
Dawg keep it real with ya self homie
If dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my nigga
For 2 3 years while u waz out of here dawg
The atleast u can do is take care of dawg 2 or 3 yrs dawg
Ay dog dis one here for all mutha fuckin niggaz dats locked up dog
All my niggaz who biddn in prison my nigga a lot of niggaz
Fogot about cha but I ain´t fogot about cha
[Chorus:]
I got some niggaz in prison dat ain´t comin home and they main bitch
Put a block on da phone for all da niggaz dey was runnin
With done left em lone mutha fuckas foget bout cha when ya bid long
[Verse 1:]
Wat can a young nigga 19 do with 40 yrs
Not a mutha fuckin thang but hope fun appears
Dem crackas givin niggaz mo time den dey done lived
Where I´m from deez crackas hidin niggaz at da crib
I asked my homeboy how da fuck do you do 40
He told me you just do it u don´t think about it
Dem crackas don´t sell licks in prison u gotta think bout it
Well like he told me tyme ain´t tha thang hurts tha most
The mu fuckas dat forget bout cha that u thought was close
If he had to do it all again he woudnt even take it 2 da doe
I told he ain´t got to tell me cause I already kno
He thought he had hiself som soldiers on da front row
Well like told him you ain´t breakin bread no mo
N deez streets dats all a nigga care 4
Da real niggaz n deez streets r tha all tyme low
And deez hoes n homeboys ain´t ridin no moe
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Nobody care about cha when u ain´t got shit to give
But when ya got it they love ya wen ya out of here
They waz my niggaz when they waz out n they my niggaz now
Right now they need me the most so I got to help em out
I turn my back on dem dat mean I´m da pussy nigga den
N me bein flaw is somthin I don´t believe n
Der niggaz everyday that´s gettin lost n da system
Tha fucked up part about don´t nobody miss em
Own brother can´t even tell me where the crackas shipped em
Told me that with a straight faze n kept dippin
I´m looking at dog like man dis pussy nigga trippin
Ya own brotha ya can´t tell me where tha crackas shipped em
Love don´t love nobody da streetz fucked up
Dats why I pray everyday dat I don´t get jammed up
To b honest witcha I´m scared to find out wats wat
Tha ones that let ya down the ones ya loved so much
[Chorus x2]
Wat happin to niggaz acceptin a couple fone calls
N wat happin to niggaz sendin flicks to dey dawg
Ya dawg down bad right now gone break em off
Ya got to answer hiz calls for ya´ll to even talk
N like yo can call him shitt wen ya wanna talk
Som niggaz doin time right now dat ain´t dey fault
N dis world it´s a black law n it´s a white law
A street nigga dawg we don´t die of old age
A street nigga dawg we die 1 or three wayz
We get shot, die n prison, or we die of age
I kno it´s already written how I´m a leave ya one day
But all da niggaz locked up I pray 4 ya every day
[Chorus x2]
Ay dawg it´s a lot of good mu fuckin niggaz locked up dawg
It´s a lot of niggaz dats locked up dat wen dey was out of here
My nigga dey took care of a lot of u mu fuckas man
Made sure a lot of ya´ll waz good dawg it´s a lot of niggaz doin tyme
Becuz of some of da mu fuckas out here dawg
N now wen a nigga get locked up man
Ya´ll can´t make sure dawg got cantine money
Ya´ll can´t make sure ya´ll send dawg flicks man
Ya´ll can´t cept dawg fone calls man
Ya put a block on da phone cause ya fuckin anotha nigga man
Dawg keep it real with ya self homie
If dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my nigga
For 2 3 years while u waz out of here dawg
The atleast u can do is take care of dawg 2 or 3 yrs dawg
