She Like That - Slim Thug

Ain't no such things as friends only associates

So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster b**ch

I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip

But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta sh*t

All my niggas is gone my damn b**ch done cut

I got sum sh*t on my dome an then they love me or what

I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a f**k

If I got to do this alone f**k it that's wassup

They say it's lonely at the top and you gong see who your real friends

No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz

Keeping it moving ain't focused on sh*t but not losing

If you don't f**k with me don't f**k with me it's not confusing

And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing

You sounding like a hater to me it's so amusing

Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang

You recruiting for the we hate slim thug gang

But ain't sh*t change here mayne I'm still the same

Life good up out the hood sh*t I can't complain

These niggas say they down but they just pretend

I'm riding solo to the end f**k friends

Ain't no such things as friends only associates

So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster b**ch

I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip

But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta sh*t

Sometimes I wonder if god forgot about me

And would my people miss me if they had to do without me

'Cause anything ain't no love

A ni**a you think is your homie is running up in your girl

Every time you leave her lonely

Each and every time I leave my house all three of my guns is on me

Ain't none of you niggas is going to be kicking or punching on me

And I learned my lesson about calling my homies when I need 'em

Out of eleven one and a half shows up and the rest I still ain't seen 'em

One deep till I'm on my back y'all fellas out might be on my sack

I'll shoot a muthaf**ker if a muthaf**ker jump out of line

Then I'm a put 'em back in line

Two tousands eretta gloc fourty with hollows in mind

It's amazing how something so small can flip your b**ch a** anytime

I'm an og original gangster mayne organized general

Army ready to drop off chemicals sixty four

Five four five criminals but it's business

Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feeling

Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling

Ain't no such things as friends only associates

So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster b**ch

I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip

But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta sh*t (stand up yeah)

I done seen a whole lot in these twenty six years

Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers

Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would've murked ya

I vouch for me an mine till the gavel drop down

And judge gave my time since I hogged up

The ripper the last time I heard from my niggas

Still in denial in the beggining of my sentence

Two months turned to years and them years turned to b**ches

Sitting in my cell doing sets of push ups

No money no mail that's okay that's wassup

Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier

Where they kill a real ni**a make 'em all damn colder

I never fold up I'm a do my time b**ch

I'm a make parole hoe get out and shine trick

You f**k niggas better stay out my way

I already wanna blow off your face for violating the code ni**a

Ain't no such things as friends only associates

So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster b**ch

I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip

But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta sh*t