Plies - Bid Long lyrics
[Plies - Bid Long lyrics]
Ay, dog this one here for all my
Motherfucking niggas that's locked up, dog
All my niggas who bidding in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you
But I ain't forgot about you
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
What can a young nigga at
19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfucking thing but
Hope for an appeal
Them crackers giving niggas more time
Then they done lived and where I'm from
These crackers hiding niggas at the crib
I asked my homeboy
"How in the fuck you do 40?"
He told me, 'You just do it
You don't think about it'
Them crackers don't sell liqour in prison
You gotta think bout it but like he told me
Time ain't the thing that hurt the most
The motherfuckers that forget 'bout you
That you thought was close
If he had to do it all again
He wouldn't even take it to da door
I told him
He ain't got to tell me 'cause I already know
He thought he had himself some
Soldiers on the front row
But like I told him, dog
You ain't breaking bread no more
In these streets, dog
That's all a bitch care for
The real niggas in these streets are
At an all time low
And these hoes and homeboys
Ain't riding no moe
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
Nobody care about you when you
Ain't got shit to give but when you got it
They love you while you're out of here
They was my niggas when they was
Out and they my niggas now
Right now, they need me the most
So I got to help em out
I turn my back on them, that
Mean I'm the pussy nigga, then
And me being flaw is something
That I don't believe in
There's niggas everyday that's getting
Lost in the system
The fucked up part about it:
Don't nobody miss them
My own brother can't even tell me
Where the crackers shipped him
Told me that with a straight
Face and kept dipping
I'm looking at dog, like
Man this pussy nigga tripping
Your own brother, you can't tell me where
The crackers shipped him?
Love don't love nobody, the streets fucked up
That's why I pray every day that
I don't get jammed up to be honest with you
I'm scared to find out what's what
The ones that let you down are
The ones you loved so much
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
What happened to niggas accepting a
Couple of phone calls?
And what happened to niggas sending
Flicks to they dog?
Your dog down bad right now
Go on and break them off
You got to answer his calls
For y'all to even talk
It ain't like you can call him, shit
When you wanna talk
Some niggas doing time right now
That ain't they fault in this world
It's a black law and it's a white law
A street nigga, dog, we don't die of old age
A street nigga, dog, we die one or three ways
We get shot, die in prison, or we die of AIDS
I know it's already written
How I'ma leave here one day
But all the niggas locked up
I pray for you every day
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
Ay, dog it's a lot of good
Motherfucking niggas locked up, dog
It's a lot of niggas that's locked up
That when they was out of here, my nigga
They took care of a lot of you motherfuckers
Man made sure a lot of y'all was good, dog
It's a lot of niggas doing time
Because of some of the
Motherfuckers out here, dog
And now, when a nigga get locked up, man
Y'all can't make sure dog got cantine money?
Y'all can't make sure y'all send dog flicks
Man?
Y'all can't accept dog's phone calls, man?
You put a block on the phone
'cause you fucking anotha nigga, man?
Dog, keep it real with yourself, homie
If dog looked out for you
And took care of you, my nigga
For 2, 3 years while you was out of here, dog
The least you can do is take care
Of dog for 2 or 3 years, dog
Motherfucking niggas that's locked up, dog
All my niggas who bidding in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you
But I ain't forgot about you
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
What can a young nigga at
19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfucking thing but
Hope for an appeal
Them crackers giving niggas more time
Then they done lived and where I'm from
These crackers hiding niggas at the crib
I asked my homeboy
"How in the fuck you do 40?"
He told me, 'You just do it
You don't think about it'
Them crackers don't sell liqour in prison
You gotta think bout it but like he told me
Time ain't the thing that hurt the most
The motherfuckers that forget 'bout you
That you thought was close
If he had to do it all again
He wouldn't even take it to da door
I told him
He ain't got to tell me 'cause I already know
He thought he had himself some
Soldiers on the front row
But like I told him, dog
You ain't breaking bread no more
In these streets, dog
That's all a bitch care for
The real niggas in these streets are
At an all time low
And these hoes and homeboys
Ain't riding no moe
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
Nobody care about you when you
Ain't got shit to give but when you got it
They love you while you're out of here
They was my niggas when they was
Out and they my niggas now
Right now, they need me the most
So I got to help em out
I turn my back on them, that
Mean I'm the pussy nigga, then
And me being flaw is something
That I don't believe in
There's niggas everyday that's getting
Lost in the system
The fucked up part about it:
Don't nobody miss them
My own brother can't even tell me
Where the crackers shipped him
Told me that with a straight
Face and kept dipping
I'm looking at dog, like
Man this pussy nigga tripping
Your own brother, you can't tell me where
The crackers shipped him?
Love don't love nobody, the streets fucked up
That's why I pray every day that
I don't get jammed up to be honest with you
I'm scared to find out what's what
The ones that let you down are
The ones you loved so much
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
What happened to niggas accepting a
Couple of phone calls?
And what happened to niggas sending
Flicks to they dog?
Your dog down bad right now
Go on and break them off
You got to answer his calls
For y'all to even talk
It ain't like you can call him, shit
When you wanna talk
Some niggas doing time right now
That ain't they fault in this world
It's a black law and it's a white law
A street nigga, dog, we don't die of old age
A street nigga, dog, we die one or three ways
We get shot, die in prison, or we die of AIDS
I know it's already written
How I'ma leave here one day
But all the niggas locked up
I pray for you every day
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
I got some niggas in prison
That ain't coming home
And they main hoe done put
A block on the phone
And all the niggas they was running
With done left him 'lone
Motherfuckers forget about you when
Your bid long
Ay, dog it's a lot of good
Motherfucking niggas locked up, dog
It's a lot of niggas that's locked up
That when they was out of here, my nigga
They took care of a lot of you motherfuckers
Man made sure a lot of y'all was good, dog
It's a lot of niggas doing time
Because of some of the
Motherfuckers out here, dog
And now, when a nigga get locked up, man
Y'all can't make sure dog got cantine money?
Y'all can't make sure y'all send dog flicks
Man?
Y'all can't accept dog's phone calls, man?
You put a block on the phone
'cause you fucking anotha nigga, man?
Dog, keep it real with yourself, homie
If dog looked out for you
And took care of you, my nigga
For 2, 3 years while you was out of here, dog
The least you can do is take care
Of dog for 2 or 3 years, dog