we could never be friends

, fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway, can't come in tha hood, i hope he got an a-k, he crossed tha line, nigga dropped a dime, then he ran to those white folks sayin' i tried, i stunna one of a kind you muthafucka, catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer, nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues, been a g about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules, nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move, then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude, let them people play you nigga, now it's time to lose, got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues, an on tha outside niggas do what they do, we in tha projects grindin' wit that girl or tha poo, yo whole family ain't safe cause i'm killin' 'em too, i put a hit on every nigga that's close to you, little jive ass nigga - we can never be friends, oh bitch made nigga - we can never be friends, you a pussy muthafucka - we can never be freinds, we can never be friends, we can never be friends, you fuckin' up a nigga work - we can never be friends, you put a hoe before yo homies - we can never be friends, you turnin' state on yo homies - we can never be friends, nigga, we could never be friends, i was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams, you can not imagine all tha shit that a nigga seen, now i done seen niggas get they head busted for nothin', they leave & come back stuntin' like they bout it & wasn't, better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga, this a nigga wit a black hooded & pops them a nigga, the people came thru & they done kicked in my ma's do', they tore up my ma's house & questioned my folks, my momma stood up & said "ain't no lac here, get yo dogs, get tha fuck out & don't come back here", i'm tired of runnin', i can't turn back, i hear tha sirens comin', now they can give a lovely fuck why i done it, an all they need to prove is that i fired somethin', or hit 9 lil' children, my potna got killed & they say i'm the gunman, you fuckin' right i know him & fuckin' right i done him, i was tha first nigga out tha click wit a cuban connect, an tha first to push a six thru tha nolia project, i broke bread wit all my niggas gave 'em tha prices i get, turn the projects to condeminiums & diamonds to begets, was tha first to go to feds, i left my two month old daughter, her momma said since i left my friends ain't passed a quater, when i rolled out same niggas was in my face again, like "stone you out early, man we thought you got ten", we kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs & dap, but you know hugs ain't love, niggas is checkin' for straps, each one of them owein' me a dub, ain't even mention tha snaps, i knew then it was bad blood, i'm bout to twist some caps, gun in hand, i'm eatin' grits, i haven't done this in awhile, i see one in a blue sedan sharin' kisses & smiles, i creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd, hit tha corner of washington then i popped up his house, i keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber, been a real lil' nigga since a b-g banger, plus i'm down wit tha killas no matter red or blue, an too bad i can't say tha same shit bout you, cause you's a bitch nigga dawg & square as a preist, an you's a snitch nigga dawg cause you told tha police, i hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho, an tha only niggas run to tha law is a hoe, so you was all about tha rah rah shit back then, but yo money ain't long & you know you can't win, your boy mack a shot caller & if you hate me i feel you, cause i got enough bread to pay yo homies to kill you, yo i can kick back, fuck, & have fun all year, an you can snitch, watch your back, & you can still disappear, an while you p-c up i stay mashin' for dollas, so when you ready for tha get down nigga just holla,