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I just love when I'm with you, yeah, this shit is on tenWe used to be friends, girl, and even back thenYou would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me baby, it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody in thatWell, made me think about the game, girlAnd how I switched it up with a new thangYoung nigga came through on his Wu-TangAnd nowadays when I ask about who got it, they say it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yoursIt's yours, that's for sureHow you feel about coming home with a nigga for the night?If you nervous, hit the lights, I know we only fucking out of spiteCause your man don't do you right, do you rightI could fuck you so good then I hit you with the 9am in Dallas who you likeBaby who you likeMachine gun raps for all my niggas in the backStadium packed, just glad to see the city on the mapI just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it firstIt's about who did it right, niggas looking like "Preach"Open cases on me for a half a million eachI find peace knowing that it's harder in the streetsI know, luckily I didn't have to grow thereLetras de cancionesI would only go there cause there's niggas that I know thereI don't know what's getting into meI just like the rush when you see your enemy somewhere in the clubAnd you realize he just not in a position to reciprocate your energyYou ain't ever worried cause he's not who he pretends to bePeople like Mazin who was a best friend to meStart to become a distant memoryThings change in that life and this life started lacking synergyAnd fucking with me mentally, I think it’s meant to beParanoid, always rolling with my mothafuckin' boysBut you gotta understand when it's yoursThey don't really leave your ass with a mothafuckin' choiceI just love when I'm with you, yeah, this shit is on tenWe used to be friends, girl, and even back thenYou would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me baby, it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody in thatWell, made me think about the game, girlAnd how I switched it up with a new thangYoung nigga came through on his Wu-TangAnd nowadays when I ask about who got it, they say it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yoursNobody else's, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yoursIt's yours, that's for sure From Letras Mania