Everybody ain t your friend everybody ain t your partner

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Boosie Badazz

Torrence Hatch Jr. (born November 14, 1982) is an American rapper better known by his stage name Boosie Badazz or simply Boosie (formerly Lil Boosie). Born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Hatch began rapping in the 1990s as a member of the hip hop collective Concentration Camp, eventually pursuing a solo career in 2000 with the release of his debut album Youngest of da Camp. After leaving the label the following year, he signed with Pimp C's Trill Entertainment to release his second studio album, For My Thugz. In total, Hatch has gone on to release seven solo studio albums, as well as six collaborative albums and numerous mixtapes.In 2009, Hatch was sentenced to 4 years in prison on drug and gun charges. In 2010, he was indicted on first-degree murder c… more »

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Written by: Melvin Noble, Zykerian Hood

Lyrics for Everybody by MO3

Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name True Story

I know some niggas who hurt me A couple of bitches who hurt me Jury don′t want me to make it DEA I know that he working Prosecutors wanna handle me I'm hoping they don′t do me dirty 40 I got that bitch dirty Shooter on go and she perfect I got a hunnid on me Devil rob me in my sleep, I break a bitch in a week Lil bitch I'm not what you think I still interfere with my hittas I kept that rocket on me Hate that I had to get rid of my Niggas cause I heard they was plotting on me For the love of money my hommies they turned they back Same niggas that still owe me on the pack say they gone jack me My closet friends I knew since we was kids say they gone wack Me, but I ain't lying i′m slanging 9 bitch they know so get at me Everybody ain′t yo friend Everybody ain't yo partna Everybody ain′t no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won′t let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't yo friend Everybody ain′t yo partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won′t let a nigga talk about you I would a kill for you niggas Now I can′t deal with you niggas Talking to the grim reaper Finna get rid of you niggas So sick of these niggas claiming they hittas and killers Showing out for them bitches flexing on instagram pictures Put it on my life on my momma we gone be straight My partner looked me in my face before I tooked the case Then a nigga turn snake other homie turned snake But I kept it real with these niggas, How could they do me that way I was broke then a bitch oh i'm hustling i′m on my grind yeah Worked my way up to a quarter Selling dime bags I spent 250 for the shit Started cooking em getting licks my nigga hit For some zippers shouldn't showed em where it is Everybody ain′t yo friend Everybody ain't yo partna Everybody ain′t no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain′t yo friend Everybody ain′t yo partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &′ when you not around, I protect yo name I won't let a nigga talk about you Have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars to a nigga that you love And that same nigga you call yo partna talk about you, drag yo name thru the mud

Writer(s): Zykerian Hood, Melvin Noble

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Errybody ain't your partner
Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name
Ay
True story
Oo

I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
A couple bitches who hurt me (they hurt me)
The jury don't want me to make it (make it)
The DA I know that he working (oh he working)
Prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This 40 I got that bitch dirty (bow)
Shoota on go, he shoot perfect (what)

I keep a hunnid on me (blah)
After what they done to Bleep
The satans, want to put them to sleep
We all used to be in a jeep
How could you do me so dirty?
How could you wait till I leave?
It's like you was hating on purpose
So now you gon' die up in threes
I got accused of some murders, ain't rattin'
So I did some time in the pen'
Trust no-motherfucking-body again
Niggas ain't silent, nigga
Shit got fucked up, nigga got fucked up
Now my baby momma on the stand, raising her motherfucking hand

Everybody ain't yo friend, everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When its fucked up and get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name, I won't let a nigga talk about you

I would've killed for you niggas (niggas)
Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't)
Talking to the grim reaper
Finna get rid of you niggas (uh)
So sick of these niggas (I am)
Claiming they hittas and killas (they not)
Showing out for them bitches
Flexing on Instagram pictures (you ah dub)
Put it on my life, on my momma we gon' be straight (yeahhh yeah)
My partna looked me in my face before I took that case (and what he do?)
Then the nigga turned snake
Other homie turned snake (he pussy)
But I kept it real with these niggas
How could they do me that way (yeah)
I was broke den a bitch, so I'm hustling
I'm on my grind yeah (on my grind yeah)
Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (dime bags)
I spent 250 for the sheep (sheep)
This thunder cooked em, he in the lips
My niggas hit me for some zips (he did)
Shouldn't showed him where it is (fuck)

Everybody ain't yo friend, everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When its fucked up and get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name, I won't let a nigga talk about you

Everybody ain't yo friend, everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When its fucked up and get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name, I won't let a nigga talk about you

Have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars to a nigga that you love?
And that same nigga you call yo partna talk about you, drag yo name thru the mud

Writers: Zykerian Hood , Melvin Noble

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