| …claim many lives | 
| With semi from guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size | 
| Nah I knew it wasn’t the truth, cause they ain’t have nothin for proof | 
| They even blame you for dozens of youths in substance abuse | 
| What kinda crap is that? | 
| Everybody know that crackers brought crack to a habitat | 
| to attack the Latins and Blacks | 
| Never mind that fact son, and I know it’s wrong | 
| You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm | 
| Even though you did introduce me to Smoke and Tron | 
| And totin one, you welcomed Saigon with open arms | 
| That’s all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive song | 
| To show even the closest born (look) | 
| Get torn (get torn) you tricked me all along | 
| You had me thinkin you was my friend, you NEVER loved Saigon! | 
| (Saigon) | 
| With friends like you who needs enemies? | 
| Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedy’s | 
| You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary | 
| With friends like you who needs enemies? | 
| You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my real roadie (roadie) | 
| Called you my right hand, the Poot to my Bodie | 
| For sho', my true whodie, we was closer than my own kin (kin) | 
| We saw this thang come and both of us would zone in (in) | 
| They knew when they saw you, they saw your boy too | 
| Tighter than jail dap, would always see your boy through | 
| Sunup to sundown (down) winnin them fistfights | 
| I’m lettin my gun sound, you was the main one round (round) | 
| We held the corner down (down) we held the wall up | 
| Shot knew you’d be there so I never had to call up | 
| Step out on the cut, shit, there you would be | 
| At late night or broad day and didn’t care who would see | 
| We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the grind | 
| Up to the point where them haters (what) ran up from behind | 
| Turn out the whole time (time) that you was straight frontin (frontin) | 
| Cause when they shot your boy up you just laid there and ain’t say nothin | 
| (nothin) |