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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Plies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Caesar Jr.
T. Caesar Jr.
Songwriter
Algernod Washington
Algernod Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
The Beat Eaters
The Beat Eaters
Producer
Bryan Tyson
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's amazing to me homie (it's amazing to me homie) The niggas you fuck wit dog (the niggas you fuck wit everyday) You don't know the truth about these niggas until y'all fall out ('til y'all fall out) The mo' you show a nigga, the mo' dangerous he become to ya homie I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real We bust choppas at niggas, laid in bushes together You had me fooled, dog, I thought you was my fuckin' nigga Woulda did a hundred years for ya, cause I fucked wit ya You taught me what a good heart in these streets will get a nigga Not a muthafuckin thang but a sad picture Hurt me when I found out you had pussy in yo heart, nigga I never thought I'd say it but muthafuck a friend Cause your dog be the one that cross you in the end The shit I know now wish I'd knew it back then But goin through it with a fuck nigga is what make a man I treat yo pussy ass better than I did my own kin When a nigga locked up or broke that's when they claim love you then I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real What was mine was yours, but what yours wasn't mine If a nigga woulda told me you was flaw I woulda thought he was lyin' But every nigga gone show his hand in due time I kept it so muthafuckin real with you that I was blind Cause I was too busy showin love I ain't see the signs When you needed me pussy, I came thru everytime Whether you was right or wrong, fuck nigga, I was ridin' But you envied me nigga in the back of yo' mind You wasn't a hundred, nigga, you was real part-time I broke you off when them fuck niggas wouldn't give you a dime I ain't owe you shit, nigga, I just wanted to see you shine You never gave me shit, nigga, I had my own grind And ain't need yo' choppas, I had my own nine I'm a hundred, nigga, I done did me and yo' time You can't trust your own homies, who the fuck can you trust I got more pride in my choppas so to me that's enough I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real And God ain't makin' you fuck niggas like he used to A nigga believe his ho now fo' he believe you And cause you thug wit a nigga don't mean the love true It used to matter what you and yo' niggas done been thru A nigga can be yo' dog one day and turn pussy out the blue A fuck nigga gone do what a fuck nigga gone do Better off runnin' by yo'self if you only knew Don't mean that nigga a hundred cause he'll fuckin shoot And money don't mean he real cause he got loot If a nigga heart ain't right no tellin what he'll do And real niggas extinct, it's only a fuckin few Cause ninety-nine percent of these fuck niggas ain't true I broke bread with you, nigga, showed you where I live You talk it, nigga, but you don't understand what real is When it came to you pussy ass nigga I woulda killed But it was my fault, nigga, I kept it too real A my nigga, I wanna thank all the pussy ass niggas who I thought was real, my nigga Nigga's who I thought was my muthafuckin homeboy's, nigga I salute you, pussy ass niggas, homie Cause if it wasn't for you fuck niggas my nigga I still be showin' love right now, dog I still be walkin' thru this muthafucka blind, my nigga But it's something that y'all niggas taught me, my nigga That it's your homies, my nigga That try you the muthafuckin most, my nigga Them the niggas that you let them hold something dog And they feel like they ain't got never give it back cause they yo' muthafuckin' dog Them the niggas who could be tied down and locked up, my nigga And you can take care of them niggas for two, three years, my nigga And soon as them niggas get out, dog They go fuck with the niggas who ain't never gave 'em nothing, my nigga Go run back to the same ho, won't ain't never did nothing for them while they was locked up, homie I thank you niggas, I salute you niggas, my nigga And with all that said, my nigga, I wanna tell you one thing before I go, homie God bless you, pussy ass niggas
Writer(s): Algernod Washington, Thomas Caesar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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