Lyrics Friends - Nas , Pimp C , Juicy J
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
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
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
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