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Be careful, cause you can't trust these so called friends out here They be jealous What about your friends will they stay on they grind? What about your friends will they be around? What about your friends will they let you die? What about your friends? With friends like that I don't need enemies I had a lotta niggas that was down with me Or should I say a lotta niggas hang around with me? But when I took my fall I found out I really didn't have many friends at all When I was out there rollin' in the Benz and ball My momma used to get a lotta telephone calls Niggas tryna see how we was, I had a buzz But all that shit stopped when I got popped by the fuzz A couple niggas kept that shit true indeed But not the ones I used to bail outta jail and feed We used to smoke weed and get drunk off brew I went to TDC, nigga, I couldn't find you You couldn't find me that's what you told yourself But you couldn't tell that bullshit to nobody else But when they asked you how I was doin', you told 'em I was cool Knowin' you ain't talk to me since I went to the pen, fool No pictures, no conversary, money to eat Letras de cancionesAnd now you think it's all good, cause I'm back on the streets I'm back on these beats and still blowing like the wind But these is the niggas that we call friends What about your friends will they stay on they grind? What about your friends will they be around? What about your friends will they let you die? What about your friends? With friends like that I don't need enemies In these streets and these traps, nigga you better be strapped Niggas out here plottin' be prepared to shoot back Nigga ain't no rules, nigga it ain't no love A nigga put a knife in your nigga, could be your blood Kill a nigga over money, kill a nigga over drugs They killing niggas over hoes be careful who you fuck One false move and you fucked and out here on that bullshit Catch a fuck niggas and they hit his ass with the full clip (What about your friends) Niggas ain't real Niggas ain't trill Niggas be jealous Over the hoes, over the whips, over the crib Niggas be broke, pockets be hurt Nigga be stressed Nigga be learning Whoop your friend, you gotta murk 'em Payback it's closed curtains What about your friends will they stay on they grind? What about your friends will they be around? What about your friends will they let you die? What about your friends? With friends like that I don't need enemies It's so ill, pop no pills Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to fake friends Tina best friend husband fucking her cousin Her cousin, she think her baby by Tina husband But Tina had a miscarriage by me Ten months later, Tina had a baby, it's deep Soon the whole hood to be related Like an African tribe, misplacement situated 13, she's already ripping So whoever daughter she is, she will bout to be in grandpa position And pot, no pot to piss in Man, stop and listen Your man from the sand box, he on the stand snitching His John Hancock, got 'em lamb chops with his misses Home exonerated cause he cooperated I peep the bullshit coming, the streets taught me And in abundance, now my circle a hundred What about your friends will they stay on they grind? What about your friends will they be around? What about your friends will they let you die? What about your friends? With friends like that I don't need enemies From Letras Mania