The Same One lyrics

by

Lil Flip


(*talking*)
Say Mike Dean, dig these blues

[Z-Ro]
Woke up with fifty some odd n*ggas, bumping they gums
God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it's like Vietnam
I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey
n*ggas be bringing the killer, back out of me everyday
The same n*ggas, I broke with and got fed with me
Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared lead hit me
In my conclusion, ain't no such thing as a friend all I know
Homicides are homies plotting, trying to sniff off my ends
Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound
f*ck you dollas, they'll lay they blood or they cous' down
It'll be the same n*gga you be rolling with, and f*cking with hoes
That'll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you f*cking with hoes
Same n*gga sit down to p*ss, unable to stand up straight
They the reason real n*ggas, doing time up-state
Talking to two 2-2 clips, cause they hustle is dead
The block is too hot for em, so they snitching to get they bread

[Hook]
It be the same one, claiming that he's down for life
That'll come, and lay you down tonight
Same n*gga I retaliated fo', with 45's and K's
The one that got me, doing time today no lie
Same n*gga out of FED, running low on his bread
Same n*gga, trying to get between my lil' mama legs
It be the same one you figured, was closest to ya
That'll talk abot you, like he never knew ya
[Z-Ro]
Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do
And it's a trip, I see n*ggas banging for sodas and soups
In front of my eyes, I witnessed n*ggas get mad and b*tch
If don't nobody feed em, y'all n*ggas oughtta walk with a switch
I deliver blows to the nose, of my feminine foes
I promise I bet not see you fellas, at none of my shows
Talking down in a penalty, that could send you to the doctor
Touch you up, and try to fit you in your property locker
Now dig these blues, I heard that I was paying for protection
Ol' coward ass n*gga, 35 bunk
I got speakers bigger than you, in back of my trunk
So I kick's it with 21 and 44, and 29 bunk
Whoop the suffer spread, and watch the time rewind
His fellas hate us, cause we stay in the commissary line n*gga

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
It be the same one screaming, that he's down for life
That'll set up a robbery, and lay me down tonight
That's why I travel with my b*tch only
Cause when she opens her mouth, n*ggas can't click on me
Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop n*ggas and b*tches
These snitches got me cool, if they without n*ggas and b*tches
Ain't a thang changed, friends ain't friends no more
I'm on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core
If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one
I'ma hang around some money, cause I'm trying to get me some
f*cking with b*tch n*ggas, jeopardizes my life and freedom
So I f*ck's with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come
We infamous and keep doing, can't stop the sh*t what we done
Relaxing is an action, that could make your life a rerun
That's the reason, I roll around Houston with two or three guns
Z-Ro and anybody killer, respect it when you see one
[Hook]
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