Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Best Friends, artist - Mac.
Date of issue: 08.06.2016
Song language: English
Best Friends |
You was my nigga now we beefin' |
I’m bustin' at you, you bustin' at me |
And it won’t stop til' we both sleepin' (2x) |
We was claimin' the same hood fucked the same bitches |
And they knew, if I hit it you had to hit it too, we was cruel |
You was wit me when I first pulled the trigga |
You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember? |
I headed by your Mama house, for a couple of days |
Cuz the niggas we was beefin' with, knew where I stayed |
We was some down South niggas |
Boot in the mouth niggas |
The wrong route niggas |
Typical niggas |
We’d just make a lil' dollar, sellin' weed to the needy |
Everything be fifty/fifty ain’t no need, for bein' greedy |
You my dog, ha? |
So that’s how we played it |
Niggas who hated, we rushed and demonstrated |
Why we ain’t to be faded |
On this mission with get money, power, and bitches |
I would ever come along with these riches that’s if nobody snitches |
I do a bid for you, take care of your kid for you |
But damn, look what these pussy niggas done did to you |
Hello? |
(Yeah, nigga what’s happenin'?) |
What’s happenin' wit’cha dogg? |
(What's happenin' with you nigga, nigga talk about you got some |
Beef wit me nigga) |
Beef wit you? |
Nigga you know I’m a real nigga |
If I had some beef with you I’d come to ya like a man |
It ain’t like that between us, what it is is, you talkin' to these |
Niggas, and these niggas got you… |
Them niggas told you I blew up and I forgot about us |
The same niggas who was with you, and afraid to bust |
How could you listen to these niggas? |
When they mean no good? |
Muthafuckas ain’t even from our hood |
And now you snortin' furl with em |
Off in that World with em |
Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm |
Ever thought that we could work it out? |
We would meet |
But as long as you with them niggas I be with that heat |
And that’s deep |
Cuz I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 |
I would deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well |
Guess I gotta disappoint her, but you leave me no choice |
Callin' my crib with this «Murder, murder» tone in your voice |
What I’m a bitch or somethin'? |
I used to fight for you |
Used to let you stay at my Mama crib when shit just wasn’t right for you |
Look what you do me in return |
I guess I played with fire, so eventually it burns |
Hello? |
Hello? |
Man, this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me |
Y’all think that nigga serious? |
It’s World War nigga |
Once again, it’s the fuckin' murder prince |
The ghetto commando, representin' niggas |