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Bid Long (Aint Comin Home) Music Lyrics

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[Plies talking:]
Ay dog dis one here for all mutha fu**in ni**az dats locked up dog
all my ni**az who biddn in prison my nigga a lot of niggaz
fogot about cha but I aint fogot about cha

[Chorus:]
I got some niggaz in prison dat aint comin home
and dey *main hoe done* put a block on da phone
*an all da niggaz dey was runnin
Wit done left em lone
mutha fuckas foget bout cha when ya bidin Long

[Verse 1:]
Wat can a young nigga 19 do wit 40 yrs
Not a mutha fuckin thang but hope for an appeal
Dem crackas givin niggaz mo time den dey done lived
Where im from deez crackas hidin niggaz at da crib
I asked my homeboy how da fuck do you do 40
He told me you just do it u dont think about it
Dem crackas dont sell licks in prison u gotta think bout it
Well like he told me tyme aint tha thang hurts tha most
The mu fuckas 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 *dawg* dats all a bitch care 4
Da real niggaz n deez streets r *at an all* tyme low
And deez hoes n homeboys aint ridin no moe

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Nobody care about cha when u aint got shit to give
But when ya got it they love ya *while* ya out of here
They waz my niggaz when they waz out n they my niggaz 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 pussy nigga den
N me bein flaw iz somthin I dont believe n
Der niggaz everyday thats gettin lost n da system
Tha fucked up part about dont nobody miss em
Own brother cant even tell me where the crackas shipped em
Told me that wit a straight *face* n kept dippin
Im looking at dog like man dis pussy nigga trippin
Ya own brotha ya cant tell me where tha crackas shipped em
*Law* dont love nobody da streetz fucked 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 niggaz acceptin a couple fone calls
N wat happin to niggaz 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 shitt wen ya wanna talk
Som niggaz doin time right now dat aint dey fault
N dis world it?s a black law n its a white law
A street nigga dawg we don?t die of old age
A street nigga 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 niggaz locked up I pray 4 ya every day

[Chorus x2]

Ay dawg itz a lot of good mu fuckin ni**az locked up dawg
Its a lot of ni**az dats locked up dat wen dey wuz out of here
My ni**a dey took care of a lot of u mu fu**as man
Made sure a lot of yall waz good dawg its a lot of ni**az doin time
Because of some of da mu fu**as out here dawg
N now when a ni**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 phone calls man
Ya put a block on da phone cuz ya fu**in anotha ni**a man
Dawg keep it real wit ya self homie
If dawg looked out for ya n took care of u my ni**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

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