When I first met you I thought that you and I was friends to the end People told me men you befriended just went to the pen But I ain't listen to them, cause you promised As long as I fuck with you I never be in the same position again Like you said they just jealous cuz we gone get rich and they not They work a lot, we play the block, still got more than they got Cousin guzzling hinny high, people say if I keep fucking with you I subsequently die, end up with twenty five They claiming you claim many lives, with so many lies With guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cuz they ain't have nothing for proof They even blamed you for dozens of youths of substance abuse What kinda crap is that? Everybody knows that crackers bought crack to our habitat To attack the Latins and Blacks, never mind that fact, something I know is wrong You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm Even though you did introduce me to smoking dro And so it was, you welcome Saigon with open arms That's all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive song To show even the closest bond, gets torn You tricked me all along, you had me thinking you was my friend You never loved Saigon
(Chorus) With friends like you who needs enemies Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary With friends like you who needs enemies
Now we smoking new porces, dozens of whole forties we force with You taught the kid more than any school in New York did Teachers teaching me social studies, but wasn't there for Saigon to cry on after the wakes of my closest buddies I was grew up, I depicted this picture too up, was I just a fool or just too young I storm on the booze that you brung Snatch my soul, put a whole in it, grab my mind took control of it, Made my heart as cold as the home it supposed to be Funny when you wasn't around it was no incidents That you telling all of that was simply coincidence That's a thesis I doubt, 'fore I met you I wasn't kick Theresas eye out Or had the police at my house, I wouldn't have needed keys to fly south Murder rap would never ease from my mouth, I probably be at peace with myself Probably think what you did to me was sweet, laughing at me like Kee-Kee-Kee Falling for your trickery in this feet Don't flatter yourself, it don't take a genius to spell thug Convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to sell drugs If you really had g, you had them white kids like you had me It was they great granddaddies that created you Daddy They was the ones that flooded you with gats and liquor stores Mats, Pimps with the whores, trade cash for intercourse And of course these young niggas stay sucking you off But I know the truth, so poof; I'm cutting you off
(Chorus) With friends like you who needs enemies Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys You had a nigga's ass up in the penitentiary With friends like you who needs enemies
You did this to me You did this to me, man You know what? A lot of times we grow up thinking the streets is our friend You know what I'm sayin' The streets ain't your motherfucking friend young blood Take it from me, man, I been in the streets my whole motherfucking life And I ain't get nothin' but pain, death, jail...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
