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[Intro]So I chose, huhYou got a phone,Pick it up and call me[Chorus:]How come, we don't even talk no mo',And you don't even call no mo',We don't barely keep in touch at all,And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no mo',And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now,After all the years we've been down,Ain't no way, no how,This bullshit can't be true,We family, aint a damn thing change unless it's you[Verse One]We were so young,So full of life and vivrance,Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went,So close or most us some Bonnie and Clyde shit,When Ronnie died you was right by my side,With a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes,And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,You even had the same type of childhood I did,Sometimes I just wanna know why,Is it that you sur-came to yours,And mine I survived it,You ran the streets I nine to fived it,We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it,Much as your pride tries to hide it,You're cold your touch is just like ice,And your eyes is the look of resentment,I can sense it and I don't like it[Chorus](Kon Artis)[Verse Two]It was my dream at first to be all spittin the verse,On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,So I came out I would'a killed a nigga first,'Fore I let him disrespect me,Or check me up with somethin' worse,Some bitch that I wasn't with,I would'a hit her to would'a quit,But you were plain talkin' to her,And tell her she was the shit,I told you don't get involved with her,You were smoking the cron'c with her,Coming out'a the bar with her,Stumblin' hands drunk,Like Devil's husband or wife or somthin',But me catchin' he fuckin' other nigga,Must've hurt your pride or somthin','Cause you wolf I fit them after people,Like you want it with me,When all I tried to do is show you that your bitch was shifty,And lyrics is the fans and all the shit that I produce,You actin' like I ain't your man,And lyin' like she can't be loose,But I am really your friend,I'm just trying to tell you the truth,Don't hate the game or the playa',The one that's changin is you[Chorus](Proof)[Verse Three]We gettin lonely at the topcuz my homie had to stopnow we actin like I gotta live only for the blockand homies in the hood only see me on the tubeso they gossip on the porch, get ta speakin all rudefools I used to rap with, all expect magiclike my finger get ta snappin and *poof* it just happenbut Proof its just actin, at the party were stonedshady made it so my babys aint starvin at homesee the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we been friendsforever, real intelegience, thats forever till the endI peep the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lieaint wastin my time with these snakes in disguise(How come) when you talk its with bitter respite(And how come) its my fault for what you did with your lifeand every time I go to hear you and play you look awaywe barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face
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