k**er Mike - Still My n***a lyrics

[Intro: Talking] Man, you know the same sh**, man The money, the cars, the b**hes could f** up a great friendship Ya know! To all my partners and the partners I lost [k**er Mike:] You used to be my n***a though, my n***a though Who'd a thought you'd ever envy me and talk down on me to Jigga ho Say we was tight like Wayne pants And it was money over b**hes even when we made it rain dance Lucci over poochi, no romance And I have never loved a ho so no ho-mance Just my bro man We got to the cash money but like Nino and G-money the money make sh** go funny The b**hes made it wicked The dopeless made it hopeless The coppers and the robbers with choppers make me they focus My n***a's snitching and I'm like Lord have mercy My homie sold me out My partner just hurt me And all for a b**h I hope the n***a catch herpes Nah, I'm fronting but at least the claps is hunting Cause any other n***a I would have been clapping something Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something [Hook: k**er Mike] (And when it's cold outside you can count on your grown man) You my n***a though You still my n***a though I don't f** with you, uh uh, you still my n***a though (And when it's time to ride, yeah. You can depend on me) I'm still your n***a though I'm still your n***a though I don't f** with you but, yo I'm still your n***a though [Ludacris:] Now we was once two n***as of the same kind Some pimps in our own f**ing mind On point at game time you would play your position Then you came around and double crossed me like a ribbon Oh no, abort mission Some money's missing Went broke, I guess you got to get paid like tuition If not the President you got to be a politician But others like myself are trying to carry on tradition Put women in submission We used to need permission Ta-daaa, now we running through tricks like a magician We smoking all the mirrors I knew something was wrong So I made up a new trick it's called poof I'm gone Now I see you on occasion and we holler at times Cause things ain't all peachy like the Georgia lottery sign And if you told me c**aine numbers I would think you was lying But you got to get yours and fool I got to get mine Luda! [Hook: Ludacris] (And when it's cold outside you can count on your grown man) You my n***a though You still my n***a though I don't f** with you, uh uh, but you my n***a though (And when it's time to ride, yeah. You can depend on me) I'm still your n***a though I'm still your n***a though I don't f** with you, uh uh, but you my n***a though [Game:] Hey, I had this other n***a who was my brother Jigga fan undercover The blueprints of my life with different mothers We was the closest out of my sisters and brothers Two G's closer than the Gucci belt but life's a motha-f**er when you dealing with paper man One of our ego's got bigger than skyscrapers man After I put the documentary on them Daytons man Around the Doctor everyday so I had patience man, he didn't Around the dope spot he was pacing man, for digits Am I my brother's keepers for real or not decisions He was in love with strippers sort of like a bee for honey And that was our separation like BG and Cash Money (Damn) Why does it got to be like that? I was stacking paper on tour I was gon' be right back (God damn) Why you couldn't let your ego die? If you see me rocking a hoody n***a you know why [Hook: The Game] (When it's cold outside you can count on your grown man) You still my n***a though You my n***a though I don't f** with you, uh uh, but you my n***a though (And when it's time to ride, yeah. You can depend on me) You still my n***a though Always be my n***a though I don't f** with you, uh uh, but you my bigger bro [Singing:] When it's cold outside You can count on your grown man