Feat. baby, lac, stone
[baby]
(all gravy nigga, fuck)
Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway
Cant 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 aint no rules
Nigga cook yo food, hard kis we move
Then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude
Let them people play you nigga, now its 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 aint safe cause Im killin em too
I put a hit on every nigga thats close to you
[chorus]
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
[lac]
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 & wasnt
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 mas do
They tore up my mas house & questioned my folks
My momma stood up & said "aint no lac here,
Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out & dont come back here"
Im tired of runnin, I cant 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 Im the gunman
You fuckin right I know him & fuckin right I done him
[chorus]
[stone]
(look)
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 aint 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 aint love, niggas is checkin for straps
Each one of them owein me a dub, aint even mention tha snaps
I knew then it was bad blood, Im bout to twist some caps
Gun in hand, Im eatin grits, I havent 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
[chorus]
[mack 10]
(yo, yo)
I keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
Been a real lil nigga since a b-g banger
Plus Im down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
An too bad I cant say tha same shit bout you
Cause yous a bitch nigga dawg & square as a preist
An yous 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 aint long & you know you cant 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
[chorus] - 2x
