Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Every since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
And the rules of the game seem to change
Trust, honesty and devotion
And money, money, money is the poison potion
Theres no way that I can even say
That this game has been good to me
Or even bad to me it had to be
Cause tragically the way this shit
Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically
And now Im gettin everything Im supposed to get
But my friendship with niggaz always ends up as bulshit
I listen to my momma though
She always tried to prepare me
Byt how could she do what I
I mean Im do or die
But my life on the streets
That shit is suicide
So to cope I got a dogg and a locc
And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke
Im mashin with the click 2-1-3 that is
They my homeboys ever since kids-
Real friends to the end
Hangin out with my homies and Im feelin just fine
Ive been ponderin lately
A lot of different things on my mind
It seems lately my friends list
Done took a slight decline
And if you wanna know the trith man, man
Them wasnt no friends of mine
You jackin me up, you takin my cash
All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash
All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs
The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s
Thats my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
I cant forget about my nigga H to the Deezy
Pressure and strikes
Dont wann take no lives
But these jaws, cracks and hood cracks
Will make you break bizacks
"Whussup homie, can I borrow some cash?"
Last week I agve you 500, so kiss my ass
I got a baby to feed
A familly to see through
And shake busta snitches tweekin like you
Homies and friends thats what they for
Stayin tight and money right
And bustin with a 44.
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