Everything darken and ain't no talkin’
Just so when I let her get the man-thing she know it’s no strings
It ain't no need to pretend
That depends on how good was the skins
And could she memorize the lessons
Publisher: NETTWERK ONE MUSIC LIMITED
Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
You telling me, I try to act broke
Trees for the blunt, two G's for the front
I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal
Before lovers we used to have some type of over standing
When it get for real the steel get to sparkin’
Sympathize and help her and that's about the size of it
So nowadays he ain't so friendly
Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
Click, and when things get quiet
Don't let it get drastic, think of how your moms will feel
Ghetto Cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack, loc
Some come around when they need some money
It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
As you call ‘em they call you when they need somethin’
And they can't hide it goin’ wild like a white bitch
Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Sometimes you need to cut niggaz off like a light switch
You better off focusing than tryin’ to plot the bubble
Some come in the form of co-dependence
Close, but really don't know me
Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty
Friends, before we go any further
Friends, ones we can depend on?
At least so you could see the white of their eyes
Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?
Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance
Friends, how many of us have them?
Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just, friends
Never let your so-called mans know your plans
Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?
Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
Read the signs, no feeding the baboon
Send me a letter or better, we could see each other in real life
For somethin’ so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble
Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got
To bolster the crime they opt to shoot you through your eyelid
I check the dictionary for the meanin’ of ‘Friends’
I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crews see
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk
We could do the damn thing but, hoe, it’s no rings
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone
Friends is a term some people use loosely
A lotta times only end up bein’ co-defendants
How many of us have a similar story, friends?
Catch 'em like a thief in the night, bow, what a riot
Before we go any further, friends
You could either ignore this advice or take it from me
One's we can depend on, friends
How many of us have them? A show of hands
Songwriter: Daniel Dumile Thompson
I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
Fellas be under some type of spell like crack smoke
Ten bucks say they’ll tell for a lower sentence
Y'all know the dance, they smile in your face, y'all know the glance
Friends, how many of us have them?
And leave you up under the jail beggin’ for a penance
Bright with surprise once they finish spittin’ lies
It said, person, one who likes to socialize with
Just another way a chick'll lead to your end
Seein’ as how they got your back bleeding from the stab wounds