| As you call em, they call you when they need somethin
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| Trees for the blunt 'n, to g’s for the frontin
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| I found a way to get piece of mind for years
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| And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
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| Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real life
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| Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
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| At least so you could see the white of they eyes
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| Bright wit surprise, once they finish spittin lies
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| Asssociates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?
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| close, but really don’t know me Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
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| Some come around when they need some money
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| Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
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| Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
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| You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
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| So nowadays he ain’t so friendly
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| Actually they wouldn’t even made a worthy enemy
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| Read the signs: no feeding the baboon
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| Seein as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds
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| Ya’ll know the dance, they smile in ya face, ya’ll know the glance
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| Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance
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| Never let your so-called mans know ya plans
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| (Whodini: How many of us have them?)…a show of hands
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| (Whodini: FRIENDS!)
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| Is a term some people use loosely
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| I’m real choosy on what I choose to let crews see
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| You telling me, I try ta act broke
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| Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk
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| Fellas be under some type a spell, like crack smoke
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| Ghetto cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack loc
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| Just another way a chick’ll lead to your end
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| I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends
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| It said: Person, one who likes to socialize with
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| Sympathise and help her, and that’s about the size of it Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
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| To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid
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| And they can’t hide it, goin wild like a white bitch
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| Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch
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| (Click!) an when things get quiet
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| Catch 'em like a thief in the night (Bow!) what a riot
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| I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal
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| Don’t let it get drastic, think of how yer moms’ll feel
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| When it get for real, the steel get to sparkin
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| Everything darken, and ain’t no talkin
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| For somethin so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble
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| Ya better off focusing than tryin ta plot the bubble
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| Or else it’d be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is…
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| (Whodini: One’s we can depend on. FRIENDS!)
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| Some come in the form of co-dependence
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| Alotta times only end up bein co-defendants
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| Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence
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| And leave you up under the jail, beggin for a penance
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| It don’t make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
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| Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty
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| I’d rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory
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| (Whodini: How many of us have--)…a similar story
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| (Whodini: FRIENDS!)
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| Before lovers we used to have some type of overstanding
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| Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no strings
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| We could do the damn thing, but hoe its no rings
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| Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?
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| That depends on how good was the skins
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| And could she memorize the lessons, it ain’t no need to pretend
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| Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just…
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| FRIENDS! |
| How many of us have them?
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| FRIENDS! |
| Ones we can depend on?
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| FRIENDS! |
| How many of us have them?
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| FRIENDS! |
| Before we go any furthur… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deep Fried Frenz , by - MF DOOM. Song from the album MM..FOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп