niggas on it Friends & Money [Chorus: x2] Fake friends real money it can never mix It's all good till you both start stacking chips Fake friends real money
yeah!) [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Money make the world go round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money
to stay alive and live carefree Others still have that larceny [Verse 3] [Kid Ice] You'll shake my hand, pretend to be my friend And behind my back,
get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise wonder why it had to end like this and to tha G's you
first toy was a gun I got sprung and learn to love weapons. But now I'm through with money and through with street fame. Somebody peeled my cap and put
, people just change They keep pushin' a nigga 'til the hammer go BANG! You violate I will let that motherfuck rang Feels like - money came then - more money came and
into clappin country left, same shit started happening Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins, Cory shot drew and we was friends, money
flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And
a dream and you believe in it then follow it and if they hate dont worry bout the beef and shit just keep it movin everyday and not for any reason quit your friends will
got a missus They say it's none of yo' biz when them boys call their miss And the hall's shatterin, cause life is like a battlefield And y'all battlin
teenage mum Who will be there? Who will be the next victim of the criminal dawn? Old friends meet on the edge of town Sharing conversation, hoping things will
wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy
when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and
go gold and still owe the record label cash Yo kid, check the math Learn about the word 'recoup', troop And stop walkin round all hyped and souped You
Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims And niggas who trip get sung hymns We crash clubs and security
black kid With a passion to live and see the lands Without sacrificin' my soul or meet demands I strive for what I live for, me and my Clan And searched
Under the moonlight with he devil octangle Church on the move like jesus in the manger Better control the money, its better to control the anger So now I watch a friend
and see Campbell, when I need a trim And when times got grim and I lost my way, I used to get blown of with Reve Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands Willie
