Gotta be

I know it's somebody, somewhere, homie

That today they celebration

I might not know ya

But I wanna celebrate witcha

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Gotta be somebody the police chasin' that done got away

Gotta be somebody 'round the world today that'll beat they case

Gotta be somebody 'round the world got off probation today

Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin' out them prison gates

I'm happy for that nigga, today, that done came home

And got that time behind 'em, now it's time to move on

I'm celebratin' witcha, the reason I wrote this song

Hope you done became a better person since you been gone

I salute you, my nigga, dawg, for stayin' strong

Now, getcha feet up unda ya, homie and keep it goin'

I hope ya walk straight, don't make the wrong turn

Them cracks waitin' to send you off on anotha long run

Just enjoy yaself tonight and have fun

And don't go fuckin' wit them niggas who ain't send ya nothin'

And if ya got kids, go'n get 'em and catch up

I'm celebratin' wit' you tonight, I'm holdin' my cup up

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He took them crackas to the do' and he beat 'em in trial

A lot of niggas thought you was gon' lose but you held it down

All I can tell you, homie, you made all the real niggas proud

They offered you a plea bargain, but you turned it down

Stood in the paint, what you believed in, you did it in style

I know your family, they was worried, but now they can smile

Should be happy 'cause ain't too many of us beat 'em in awhile

Just be careful in these streets 'cause this shit done got wild

A lot of niggas fucked up, so they playin' it foul

He was your homeboy, he your co-defendant now

If you gon' get money, get it, but lose the crowd

Niggas in prison 'cause they homeboys ran they mouth

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To that young nigga who took 'em on a high-speed chase

Ain't condonin' whatcha did, I'm just glad ya got away

I know ya heart beatin' fast, I'm just glad ya safe

Shit, you had to hit it, you couldn't afford another case

You tried to play cool, but you shoulda seen your face

Git a muthafucka, lost 'em in broad-day

Doin' a-hundred, dawg, goin' down a one-way

Jumped out on 'em, turned into a foot race

Git know the streets, so they couldn't keep they pace

He had to throw his pistol, they find it, that's okay

You ain't gotta do it, but for you I'ma celebrate

Do me a favor, dawg, stay out them cracka face

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