bid long lyrics – plies

[plies talking:]
ay dog dis one here for all m*th* f*ckin n*gg*z dats locked up dog
all my n*gg*z who biddn in prison my n*gg* a lot of n*gg*z
forgot about cha but i aint forgot about cha

i got some n*gg*z in prison dat aint comin home
and dey main hoe done put a block on da phone
an all da n*gg*z dey was runnin
wit done left em lone
m*th* f*ckas foget bout cha when ya bidin long

[verse 1:]
what can a young n*gg* 19 do wit 40 yrs
not a muh’f*ckin thang but hope for an appeal
dem crackas givin n*gg*z mo time den dey done lived
where im from deez crackas hidin n*gg*z at da crib
i asked my homeboy how da f*ck 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*ckas 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*tch care 4
da real n*gg*z n deez streets are at an all time low
and deez hoes and homeboys aint ridin no moe

[chorus x2]

[verse 2:]
n*body care about cha when u aint got sh*t to give
but when ya got it they love ya while ya out of here
they waz my n*gg*z when they waz out n they my n*gg*z 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*ssy n*gg* den
and me bein flaw is somthing i dont believe in
there’s n*gg*z everyday dats gettin lost n da system
tha f*cked up part about dont n*body 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*ssy n*gg* trippin
ya own brotha ya cant tell me where tha crackas shipped em
*love* dont love n*body da streetz f*cked 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*gg*z acceptin a couple phone calls
and wat happin to n*gg*z 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 sh*tt wen ya wanna talk
som n*gg*z doin time right now dat aint dey fault
in dis world it’s a black law n its a white law
a street n*gg* dawg we don’t die of old age
a street n*gg* 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*gg*z locked up i pray 4 ya every day

[chorus x2]

ay dawg itz a lot of good mu f*ckin n*gg*z locked up dawg
its a lot of n*gg*z dats locked up dat wen dey wuz out of here
my n*gg* dey took care of a lot of u mu f*ckas man
made sure a lot of yall waz good dawg its a lot of n*gg*z doin tyme
becuz of some of da mu f*ckas out here dawg
n now wen a n*gg* 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*ckin anotha n*gg* man
dawg keep it real wit ya self homie
if dawg looked out 4 ya n took care of u my n*gg*
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

/ plies lyrics