with your ex-girlfriend Even if she starts to flirt with me again. Allow me apologize for my slightly wicked thoughts; 'Cause that's the kind of friend
ll a lesson I'm bustin' caps, cops try'na take my Smith n Wesson man Blok Boom on that ass again introduce you to a lil' friend I swore to crack that
picks and bar spit Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that
im getto Niggaz hate when you to good But when you broke Your friends and your enemy's They love you Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack out of
: (feat. Funkmaster Flex) [50 Cent:] Oh yeah Yo Yo Yo [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends Been
: To all my friends I'll die for you, This is the way I feel, It's in my blood. Yesterday today and tomorrow. This is in my heart Ill never change. Memories
I really cant explain People gon change friends turn foes Niggas turn fake , tell everything they know [Chorus:] If i had a son [x4] [Verse 2:] And I understand if you gotta sell crack
for domestic violence I try to picture myself, in his position but remain silent I get to thinking bout the shit we been through We close like kin, but you remain my friend
s hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last
for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While
soul to the dopeman. Now there's no turning back, in fact it's decided that would live and die for the crack. You got no friends cause you cheated
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black males living in hell, when will we prevail? Fearing jail but crack
: Intro: Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Verse 1 Money gone fuck friends I need a homie
the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends
Nintendo How the fuck you think I ever got this far? By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC Think crack
made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends one
