Everybody - Remix
Everybody ain't your partner
Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain? Yeah
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name? Ayy
True story, ooh
I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
A couple bitches who hurt me (they hurt me)
The jury don't want me to make it (make it)
The D. A. I know that he working (oh! He working)
Prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This .40 I got that bitch dirty (bow)
Shooter on go, he shoot perfect (what)
I keep a hunnid on me (on me)
After what they done to bleek (oh lawd)
The same ones who put him to sleep (lemme tell ya)
We all used to be up in the Jeep (oh lawd)
How could you do me so dirty? (Dirty)
How could you wait 'til I leave? ('Til I leave)
It's like you was hatin' on purpose (on purpose)
So now you gon' die up in threes
I got accused of some murders and bodies, so I did some time in the Pen
Trust no motherfucking body again, niggas ain't solid, nigga
Shit got fucked up, niggas got fucked up
Now my baby mama on stand raising her motherfuckin' hand
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
I would've killed for you niggas (niggas)
Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't, yeah)
Talking to the grim reaper, finna get rid of you niggas, uh (woo!)
So sick of these niggas (I am), claiming they hittas and killas (they not)
Showing out for them bitches, flexing on Instagram pictures (you a duck)
Put it on my life on my momma we gon' be straight
My partner looked me in my face before I took that case (and what he do)
Then the nigga turned snake, other homie turned snake (he pussy)
But I kept it real with these niggas, how could they do me that way? (Yeah)
I was broke den a bitch, so I'm hustling, I'm on my grind, yeah (on my grind, yeah)
Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (dime bags)
Spent 250 for the shiit (shiit), this thunder cooked 'em, he In the leaps
My niggas hit me for some zips (he did), shouldn't have showed him where it is (fuck)
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Have you ever gave your last 20 dollars to a nigga that you love
And that same nigga you call your partner talk about you, drag your name through the mud
Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain? Yeah
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name? Ayy
True story, ooh
I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
A couple bitches who hurt me (they hurt me)
The jury don't want me to make it (make it)
The D. A. I know that he working (oh! He working)
Prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This .40 I got that bitch dirty (bow)
Shooter on go, he shoot perfect (what)
I keep a hunnid on me (on me)
After what they done to bleek (oh lawd)
The same ones who put him to sleep (lemme tell ya)
We all used to be up in the Jeep (oh lawd)
How could you do me so dirty? (Dirty)
How could you wait 'til I leave? ('Til I leave)
It's like you was hatin' on purpose (on purpose)
So now you gon' die up in threes
I got accused of some murders and bodies, so I did some time in the Pen
Trust no motherfucking body again, niggas ain't solid, nigga
Shit got fucked up, niggas got fucked up
Now my baby mama on stand raising her motherfuckin' hand
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
I would've killed for you niggas (niggas)
Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't, yeah)
Talking to the grim reaper, finna get rid of you niggas, uh (woo!)
So sick of these niggas (I am), claiming they hittas and killas (they not)
Showing out for them bitches, flexing on Instagram pictures (you a duck)
Put it on my life on my momma we gon' be straight
My partner looked me in my face before I took that case (and what he do)
Then the nigga turned snake, other homie turned snake (he pussy)
But I kept it real with these niggas, how could they do me that way? (Yeah)
I was broke den a bitch, so I'm hustling, I'm on my grind, yeah (on my grind, yeah)
Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (dime bags)
Spent 250 for the shiit (shiit), this thunder cooked 'em, he In the leaps
My niggas hit me for some zips (he did), shouldn't have showed him where it is (fuck)
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you
When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Have you ever gave your last 20 dollars to a nigga that you love
And that same nigga you call your partner talk about you, drag your name through the mud
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Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Zykerian Omar Hood
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