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Bid Long Lyrics

"Bid Long"

[Plies talking:]
Ay dog dis one here for all m**** f***** n***** dats locked up dog
all my n***** who biddn in prison my n**** a lot of n*****
forgot about cha but I aint forgot about cha
[Chorus:]
I got some n***** in prison dat aint comin home
and dey main hoe done put a block on da phone
an all da n***** dey was runnin
Wit done left em lone
m**** f****s foget bout cha when ya bidin Long

[Verse 1:]
What can a young n**** 19 do wit 40 yrs
Not a muh'f***** thang but hope for an appeal
Dem crackas givin n***** mo time den dey done lived
Where im from deez crackas hidin n***** at da crib
I asked my homeboy how da f*** do you do 40
He told me you just do it u dont think about it
Dem crackas dont sell liq in prison u gotta think bout it
but like he told me time aint tha thang hurts tha most
The mu f****s 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 know
He thought he had hiself some soldiers on da front row
Well like told him you aint breakin bread no mo
N deez streets dawg dats all a b**** care 4
Da real n***** n deez streets are at an all time low
And deez hoes and homeboys aint ridin no moe

[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Nobody care about cha when u aint got s*** to give
But when ya got it they love ya while ya out of here
They waz my n***** when they waz out n they my n***** now
Right now they need me the most so I got to help em out
I turn my back on em dat mean im da p**** n**** den
and me bein flaw is somthing I dont believe in
there's n***** everyday dats gettin lost n da system
Tha f***** 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 and kept dippin
Im looking at dog like man dis p**** n**** trippin
Ya own brotha ya cant tell me where tha crackas shipped em
*Love* dont love nobody da streetz f***** 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***** acceptin a couple phone calls
and wat happin to n***** sendin flicks to dey dawg
Ya dawg down bad right now gone break em off
Ya got to answer his calls for yall to even talk
i aint like yo can call him s***t wen ya wanna talk
Som n***** doin time right now dat aint dey fault
in dis world it's a black law n its a white law
A street n**** dawg we don't die of old age
A street n**** dawg we die 1 or three wayz
We get shot, die in prison , or we die of aids
I kno its already written how imma leave here one day
But all da n***** locked up I pray 4 ya every day
[Chorus x2]

Ay dawg itz a lot of good mu f***** n***** locked up dawg
Its a lot of n***** dats locked up dat wen dey wuz out of here
My n**** dey took care of a lot of u mu f****s man
Made sure a lot of yall waz good dawg its a lot of n***** doin tyme
Becuz of some of da mu f****s out here dawg
N now wen a n**** 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***** anotha n**** man
Dawg keep it real wit ya self homie
If dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my n****
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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