Friends lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Juicy J]
Be careful, cause you can't trust these so called friends out here
They be jealous

[Hook: Pimp C]
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

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I had a lotta n*ggas that was down with me
Or should I say a lotta n*ggas 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
n*ggas tryna see how we was, I had a buzz
But all that sh*t stopped when I got popped by the fuzz
A couple n*ggas kept that sh*t 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, n*gga, I couldn't find you
You couldn't find me that's what you told yourself
But you couldn't tell that bullsh*t 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
And 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 n*ggas that we call friends
[Hook: Pimp C]
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

[Verse 2: Juicy J (Pimp C)]
In these streets and these traps, n*gga you better be strapped
n*ggas out here plottin' be prepared to shoot back
n*gga ain't no rules, n*gga it ain't no love
A n*gga put a knife in your n*gga, could be your blood
Kill a n*gga over money, kill a n*gga over drugs
They killing n*ggas over hoes be careful who you f*ck
One false move and you f*cked and out here on that bullsh*t
Catch a f*ck n*ggas and they hit his ass with the full clip
(What about your friends)
n*ggas ain't real
n*ggas ain't trill
n*ggas be jealous
Over the hoes, over the whips, over the crib
n*ggas be broke, pockets be hurt
n*gga be stressed
n*gga be learning
Whoop your friend, you gotta murk 'em
Payback it's closed curtains
[Hook: Pimp C]
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

[Verse 3: Nas]
It's so ill, pop no pills
Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to fake friends
Tina best friend husband f*cking 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, misplace mis-situated
13, she's already ripping
So whoever daughter she is, you about to be in grandpa position
And pot, no pot to p*ss in
Man, stop and listen
Your man from the sand box, he on the stand snitching
His John Hanc*ck got 'em lamb chops, what is miss'in?
Home exonerated cause he cooperated
I peep the bullsh*t coming, the streets taught me
And in abundance, now my circle a hundred
[Hook: Pimp C]
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
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