Associates Songtext
von Slim Thug feat. J‐Dawg & Z‐Ro

Ain′t no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin′ my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watchin' 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 shit


All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut
I got some shit on my dome an Then they love me or what
I′m one deep with my chrome like I ain't givin′ a fuck
If I got to do this alone fuck it that's what′s up
They say it's lonely at the top an you Gon' see who your real friends
No more fo′ doors I′m ridin' a coop benz
Keepin′ it movin' ain′t focused on shit but not losin'
If you don′t fuck with me don't fuck with me
It's not confusin′
And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosin′
You soundin' like a hater to me it′s so amusin'
Instead of movin′ on tryin' to do your Own thang
You recruitin′ for the we hate Slim Thug gang
But ain't shit change here mayne
I'm still the same
Life good up out the hood shit I can′t complain
These niggas say they down but they Just pretend
I′m ridin' solo to the end
Fuck friends

Ain′t no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin′ my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watchin′ 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 shit


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 nigga you think is yo homey is runnin′ up in your girl everytime you leave her lonely
Each and everytime I leave my house all three of my guns is on me
Ain't none of you niggas is goin′ to be kickin' or punchin′ on me
And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when I need'em
Out of 11 one and a half Shows up & the rest I still ain′t seen′em
One deep 'til I′m on my back
Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack
I′ll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put′em back in line
2006 forever glock 40 with hollows in mind
It's amazin' how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime
I′m an OG original gangsta mayne organized general
Army ready to drop off chemicals
64 5-4-5 criminals
But it′s buisness
Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I′m not feelin'
Enter the conversation & paper in my pocket I′m not feelin'

Ain′t no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
I don′t like watchin′ 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 shit

I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years
Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers
Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would′ve murked yuh
I vouch for me an mine
'Til the gavel drop down
An judge gave my time since I hogged up
The ripper
The last time I heard from my niggas
Still in denial in the begginin′ of my sentence
Two months turned to years and them years
Turned to bitches
Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of pushup′s
No money no mail that′s okay that's what′s up
Mama made a man but these streets raised a soldier
Where they kill a real nigga make a mo' daycloder
I never fold up
I′m a do my time bitch
I'm a make parole hoe
Get out and shine trick
Yeah
You fuck niggas better stay out my way
I already wanna blow off yo face
For violatin′ the code nigga

Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin′ my gun out of my holster bitch
I don′t like watchin' 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 shit