Bring My n*ggas Back lyrics

[Intro]

[Chorus]
No matter what my n*ggas did, I had my n*ggas' back
All of the sh*t a n*gga did, we had to live with that
I caught that case and did that [?], can't be forgived for that
Like what a n*gga wouldn't give to have my n*ggas back
No matter what a n*gga did, they had a n*gga's back
Like if I slid, my n*gga slid, was quick to whip the strap
The type of n*gga never scared to pull that trigger back
Like what a n*gga wouldn't give to have my n*ggas back

[Verse 1]
With my eyes closed, I can see my cousin Ricky
White Nike [?] cuffin' up his di*kies
When I light the weed I can see my cousin [?]
Auntie Robin living room bustin' down another brick
When I pour the drink, I can see my brother [?]
On the phone driving with his knee cutting up the six
When I'm bagging up I can see my n*gga Geno
In the trap with [?] thinkin' 'bout my n*gga [?]
When I think of Ray I think about that n*gga Tino
My bro-bro Robo had me tripping off that n*gga Domo
And how young we was when they killed that Johnny Bravo
Just talked to [?] R.I.P. my n*gga [?]
Smirking [?] my evil grin
Now every time we riding [?] me think of twin
[?] on the [?] selling three for tens
All of this pain bottled up, it's hard to keep it in
[Chorus]
No matter what my n*ggas did, I had my n*ggas' back
All of the sh*t a n*gga did, we had to live with that
I caught that case and did that [?], can't be forgived for that
Like what a n*gga wouldn't give to have my n*ggas back
No matter what a n*gga did, they had a n*gga's back
Like if I slid, my n*gga slid, was quick to whip the strap
The type of n*gga never scared to pull that trigger back
Like what a n*gga wouldn't give to have my n*ggas back

[Verse 2]
What I think of my n*gga [?], that n*gga had about ten bodies
In the streets with my concreatures
Got insomnia so I sip [?]
[?]
Whole fam still kind of shook up ever since the death of my n*gga [?]
Lost [?] to a stray bullet at a block party on the west side
R.I.P. to Young [?] they just gave [?] another twenty-five
Long live my n*gga [?]
Freddie B and my n*gga Markie
Free that n*gga Rico [?]
R.I.P. to my n*gga [?] stain like a [?] of bleach
[?] couldn't wait to hit the creek
Came home, didn't even miss a beat
Rest in peace to that n*gga [?], taught me how to drop the fish in the grease
[?] told me keep it in the streets
So if there's any beef I ain't sending tweets
Used to mask up like it's Halloween
We was bag snatchin', no trick-or-treat
Think I'm playing, point it at his b*tch head
Press the mag up to the n*gga's cheeks
So I [?] the other day, told me [?] died, overdosed in his sleep
His funeral today, had me like "Damn, it's already been a week"
[Chorus]
No matter what my n*ggas did, I had my n*ggas' back
All of the sh*t a n*gga did, we had to live with that
I caught that case and did that [?], can't be forgived for that
Like what a n*gga wouldn't give to have my n*ggas back
No matter what a n*gga did, they had a n*gga's back
Like if I slid, my n*gga slid, was quick to whip the strap
The type of n*gga never scared to pull that trigger back
Like what a n*gga wouldn't give to have my n*ggas back

[Outro]
Give to have my n*ggas back
Give to have my n*ggas back
Give to have my n*ggas back
Give to have my n*ggas back