Plies - Bid Long lyrics

(Plies talking:) Ay dog dis one here for all mutha f**kin n***az dats locked up dog all my n***az who biddn in prison my n***a a lot of n***az fogot about cha but I aint fogot about cha (Chorus:) I got some n***az in prison dat aint comin home and if dey aint Holdin put a block on ya phone for all da n***az dey was runnin Wit done left em lone mutha f**kas foget bout cha when ya bidin Lone (Verse 1:) Wat can a young n***a 19 do wit 40 yrs Not a mutha f**kin thang but hope fun appears Dem crackas givin n***az mo time den dey done lived Where im from deez crackas hidin n***az at da crib I asked my homeboy how da f**k do you do 40 He told me you just do it u don--t think about it Dem crackas don--t sell licks in prison u gotta think bout it Well like he told me tyme aint tha thang hurts tha most The mu f**kas dat forget bout cha that u thought was close If he had to do it all again he woudnt even take it 2 da doe I told he aint got to tell me cuz I already kno He thought he had hiself som soldiers on da front row Well like told him you aint breakin bread no mo N deez streets dats all a b**h care 4 Da real n***az n deez streets r tha all tyme low And deez hoes n homeboys aint ridin no moe (Chorus x2) (Verse 2:) Nobody care about cha when u aint got sh** to give But when ya got it they love ya wen ya out of here They waz my n***az when they waz out n they my n***az now Right now they need me the most so I got to help em out I turn my back on dem dat mean im da p**y n***a den N me bein flaw iz somthin I don--t believe n Der n***az everyday that--s gettin lost n da system Tha f**ked up part about dont nobody miss em Own brother cant even tell me where the crackas shipped em Told me that wit a straight faze n kept dippin Im looking at dog like man dis p**y n***a trippin Ya own brotha ya cant tell me where tha crackas shipped em Love don--t love nobody da streetz f**ked up Dats why I pray everyday dat I don--t get jammed up To b honest witcha im scared to find out wats wat Tha ones that let ya down the ones ya loved so much (Chorus x2) Wat happin to n***az acceptin a couple fone calls N wat happin to n***az sendin flicks to dey dawg Ya dawg down bad right now gone break em off Ya got to answer hiz calls for yall to even talk N like yo can call him sh**t wen ya wanna talk Som n***az doin time right now dat aint dey fault N dis world it--s a black law n its a white law A street n***a dawg we don--t die of old age A street n***a dawg we die 1 or three wayz We get shot, die n prison , or we die of aids I kno its already written how imma leave ya one day But all da n***az locked up I pray 4 ya every day (Chorus x2) Ay dawg itz a lot of good mu f**kin n***az locked up dawg Its a lot of n***az dats locked up dat wen dey wuz out of here My n***a dey took care of a lot of u mu f**kas man Made sure a lot of yall waz good dawg its a lot of n***az doin tyme Becuz of some of da mu f**kas out here dawg N now wen a n***a get locked up man Yall cant make sure dawg got cantine money Yall cant make sure yall send dawg flicks man Yall cant cept dawg fone calls man Ya put a block on da phone cuz ya f**kin anotha n***a man Dawg keep it real wit ya self homie If dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my n***a For 2 3 years while u waz out of here dawg The atleast u can do iz take care of dawg 2 or 3 yrs dawg