| Friends, how many of us have them?
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| Friends, how many of us have them?
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| Friends, how many of us have them?
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| Friends, how many of us have them?
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| Ever since I could remember, I had friends I could depend on
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| Clothes to lend 'em, money to spend on
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| But as time went by my life got a little strange
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| And the rules of the game seem to change
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| Trust, honesty and devotion
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| And money, money, money is the poison potion
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| There’s no way that I can even say
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| That this game has been good to me or even bad to me
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| It had to be 'cause tragically the way this shit
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| Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically
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| And now I’m gettin' everything I’m supposed to get
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| But my friendship with niggas always ends up as bullshit
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| I listen to my momma though
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| She always tried to prepare me and warn me for the drama, love
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| But how could she do what I, I mean I’m do or die
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| But my life on the streets, that shit is suicide
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| So to cope I got a dogg and a locc
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| And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke
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| I’m mashin' with the click 2−1-3 that is
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| They my homeboys ever since kids, real friends to the end
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| Hangin' out with my homies and I’m feelin' just fine
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| I’ve been ponderin' lately
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| A lot of different things on my mind
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| It seems lately my friends list
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| Done took a slight decline
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| And if you wanna know the truth man, man
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| Them wasn’t no friends of mine
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| You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
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| All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash
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| All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs
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| The only friends I got is my 2−1-3s
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| That’s my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
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| I can’t forget about my nigga H to the Deezy
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| Pressure and strikes, don’t wanna take no lives
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| But these jaws, cracks and hood cracks will make you break bizacks
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| «Wassup homie, can I borrow some cash?»
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| Last week I gave you 500, so kiss my ass
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| I got a baby to feed, a family to see through
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| And shake busta snitches tweekin' like yizzou
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| Homies and friends, that’s what they is for
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| Stayin' tight and money right and bustin' with a 44
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| Hangin' out with my homies and I’m feelin' just fine
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| I’ve been ponderin' lately
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| A lot of different things on my mind
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| It seems lately my friends list
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| Done took a slight decline
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| And if you wanna know the truth man, man
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| Them wasn’t no friends of mine
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| Hangin' out with my homies and I’m feelin' just fine
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| I’ve been ponderin' lately
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| A lot of different things on my mind
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| It seems lately my friends list
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| Done took a slight decline
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| And if you wanna know the truth man, man
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| Them wasn’t no friends of mine |