Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friend Of Foe, artist - 8 Ball. Album song We Are The South (Greatest Hits), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Friend Of Foe |
(Anyway, it doesn’t matter much how you feel, |
you know what you got to do, I’m here to do it, |
how about you?) |
Our age, five-years-old |
we were young bucks |
scrubbin’each others backs in the bathtub |
Babysitter would send you to bed |
but she would make me stay up so she could give the young playa some viscious head uh early symptoms of time of nightway |
gigantic factor from the |
Caukenis bitch tamer |
some had it all though |
but less unfortunate |
you had an alloy spoke Mongoose |
and I had a Huffy |
You owned a green machine |
three different lunch pails |
I had a go-cart that I built from a bunch of used nails |
We grew up in the church together nigga |
sunday school |
Now I heard you off into jackin nigga |
that ain’t even cool |
I used to be conned, racked, fucked around, |
and ripped bad |
barking up on the wrong tree |
talking about runnin up in my past |
Niggas have hateful thoughts |
but they stop me from strivin |
suckas be shakin salt |
all in his gameful so find |
some fools be gettin crossed |
victims of 40-ness |
man all that drama you come with |
I swear you on some shit |
Whether it’s morphine or cocaine |
Doja or doggfood |
they had these marks for Tre and Max |
fuckin off my high breakin rules |
you got ya P’s mixed up you ain’t no pimp |
you’s a forty |
I spit for major mix |
while you make tapes for ya homie |
and then you work up tha nerve |
to speak fair words |
The pimp, a traitor, we instigators |
that’s why I wrote this verse |
for every youngster with his mind on his meal |
Young playa just chill |
and take a look at what these fakers call real |
nigga |
I trust no man, |
cuz man will let you down every time |
that’s why I take it upon myself to thank god in every rhyme |
cuz I’ve seen better times |
and I’ve seen worser days |
when some of my so called friends |
wasn’t around when I ain’t have a verse to say |
I quench my thirst today |
with righteous thoughts of mine |
cuz righteous thought of mine will leave mark ass niggas far behind |
I seen it every time |
they come and go That’s why I drop to my knees |
and ask god to distinguish friend from foe |
and what do you know |
by the time morning comes I can see the light |
and then I’m thanking god once again for making everything all right |
he made it tight and now I’m back up on the scene |
countin’greens |
straight from H-town to New Orleans |
New human beings puttin it down like a mic or not |
replace the slot open up shop |
we 'bout to make it hot |
Stop |
with ya devilish doins |
because ya devilish doins will only bring forth ya ruin |
Friend or foe, you just will never know |
Who can you trust, in a world that’s oh so cold |
playa hatin is everywhere I go Friend or foe you just will never know |
Listen |
I’m tryin to tell you my nigga to watch cha back |
and trust few |
Cause ain’t no nigga gon watch ya back for you like you |
When someone is broke and down and out without no clout it’s rough |
At least you know who you can and who you cannot trust |
see let me explain myself and clear up the point I’m tryin to make |
don’t want no bustas around me playa hatin or actin fake |
don’t ever be wantin nobody to get to close |
I don’t know if it’s effects of from the marijuana that got me more than trippin |
see nowadays tha nigga be rollin’thick with hella loot |
but if my loot was gone would I be all alone? |
See, my partners who used to ride with me and smoke that dank, and fuck with hoes |
would they be them same niggas if I didn’t have shit to roll? |
Maybe they will, maybe they won’t |
who is to say what a nigga will do who is to say if you help someone it’s guaranteed that they’ll help you |
see what I’m sayin, listen to me and see if you can dig this |
Smilin’faces replaces friends when people recieve ends |
Now all of a sudden I’m actin funny because my moneys loaned |
But there was no drama when I was livin’at my momma’s home |
But I’m not tellin’a nigga nothin you don’t already know |
personal business, you got to watch who you friends is |
I’m thinking about hard times |
freeing my mind |
who in the fuck goin be my crutch? |
Holdin me up, helpin me out |
makin sure that I stay in touch |
Where do I sleep, who do I turn to? |
When I be low on my cash |
who am I down with when fifty niggas be talkin bout kickin my ass? |
Who is my friends who is my foes? |
Who do I ask, when I want to know |
somethin about somethin but I don’t know nothin |
my ignorance be keepin me out in the cold |
Who do I call when I’m in need of a ride? |
in somebody elses car |
How do I get from point A to B if B is just to far? |
Where can I get a loan, where can I use the phone? |
Who’s goin to give me the permission to make a decision |
to come up in they house and live |
when will I drive a BMer takin my clothes to the cleaner |
How can I know |
will I forever be payin my dues, will I forever be singing the blues? |
Where will I find a shoulder when I be wantin to lean |
know what I mean? |
when I be needin some justification |
stuck in the fuckin same location |
who is the friend that is helpin me? |
who is the busta thats hurtin me? |
who can I trust? |
will you be there when the goin is tough? |
Will I be hangin with dick in the dust? |
Who wanna share my load when it’s too heavy to carry? |
or will I go crazy pullin the load alone? |
constantly gettin my hustle on when will I finally see, kinda suspect |
or even actually know |
Who is my real friend thick and the thin? |
and who in the fuck is the foe? |
Friend or foe, you just will never know |
Who can you trust, in a world that’s oh so cold |
playa hatin is everywhere I go Friend or foe you just will never know. |