(Before we go any further
Friends) As you call 'em, they call you
I found a way to get peace of mind
for years and left the hell alone
Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter or better,
we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see
once they finish spitting lies
your girls, bitches, niggas, homies
Close, or really don't know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps,
brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
when they need some money
Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
whether you paid or bummy
You could either ignore this advice
So nowadays, he ain't so friendly
Actually they wouldn’t even
Read the signs: "No feeding the baboons
Seein' as how they got your back
bleeding from the stab wounds
Try to put 'em on, they blow the chance
Never let your so-called mans
(How many of us have them?)
(Friends) is a term some people use loosely
I'm real choosy on what I
You telling me I try to act broke
Jealousy the number- one killer
Fellas be under some type of spell
Ghetto Cinderellas lead 'em
Just another way a chick'll lead to your end
for the meaning of friend
It said, "Person one likes to socialize with
and that's about the size of it
these attributes is one- sided
they're apt to shoot you through your eyelid
going wild like a white bitch
Sometimes you need to cut niggas off
like a light switch (Flick!)
And when things get quiet
Catch 'em like a thief in the night
I first met Mr. Fantastik at a arms deal
Don't let it get drastic,
think of how your moms'll feel
Everything darken, it ain't no talkin'
it sure buys a lot of trouble
You're better off focusing
than tryna plot to bubble
Or else it'd be a sad note to end on,
(Ones we can depend on, friends)
A lot of times only end up
And leave you up under the jail,
what happened to the loyalty?
Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty
I'd rather go out in a blaze
(How many of us have--) a similar story?
we used to have some type of over standing
Just so when I let her get the man thing
She know it's no strings,
we could do the damn thing
just how the tramp swings
Will she see him again? That depends on
"How good was the skins?" and
"Could she memorize the lessons?"
it ain't no need to pretend
Even though she let him stab it,
she know they're just friends
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