Still My Nigga Killer Mike (Ft. The Game & Ludacris)

[Intro: Talking]
Man, you know the same shit, man
The money, the cars, the bitches could fuck up a great friendship
Ya know!
To all my partners and the partners I lost

[Killer Mike:]
You used to be my nigga though, my nigga though
Who'd a thought you'd ever envy me and talk down on me to Jigga ho
Say we was tight like Wayne pants
And it was money over bitches even when we made it rain dance
Lucci over poochi, no romance
And I have never loved a ho so no ho-mance
Just my bro man
We got to the cash money but like Nino and G-money the money make shit go funny
The bitches made it wicked
The dopeless made it hopeless
The coppers and the robbers with choppers make me they focus
My nigga's snitching and I'm like Lord have mercy
My homie sold me out
My partner just hurt me
And all for a bitch I hope the nigga catch herpes
Nah, I'm fronting but at least the claps is hunting
Cause any other nigga I would have been clapping something
Instead of in the studio smoking and rapping something