Friends

[Intro: Juicy J]

Be careful, cause you can't trust these so called friends out here

They be jealous

[Hook: Pimp C]

What about your friends will they stay on they grind?

What about your friends will they be around?

What about your friends will they let you die?

What about your friends?

With friends like that I don't need enemies

[Verse 1: Pimp C]

I had a lotta niggas that was down with me

Or should I say a lotta niggas hang around with me?

But when I took my fall

I found out I really didn't have many friends at all

When I was out there rollin' in the Benz and ball

My momma used to get a lotta telephone calls

Niggas tryna see how we was, I had a buzz

But all that shit stopped when I got popped by the fuzz

A couple niggas kept that shit true indeed

But not the ones I used to bail outta jail and feed

We used to smoke weed and get drunk off brew

I went to TDC, nigga, I couldn't find you

You couldn't find me that's what you told yourself

But you couldn't tell that bullshit to nobody else

But when they asked you how I was doin', you told 'em I was cool

Knowin' you ain't talk to me since I went to the pen, fool

No pictures, no conversary, money to eat

And now you think it's all good, cause I'm back on the streets

I'm back on these beats and still blowing like the wind

But these is the niggas that we call friends

[Hook: Pimp C]

What about your friends will they stay on they grind?

What about your friends will they be around?

What about your friends will they let you die?

What about your friends?

With friends like that I don't need enemies

[Verse 2: Juicy J (Pimp C)]

In these streets and these traps, nigga you better be strapped

Niggas out here plottin' be prepared to shoot back

Nigga ain't no rules, nigga it ain't no love

A nigga put a knife in your nigga, could be your blood

Kill a nigga over money, kill a nigga over drugs

They killing niggas over hoes be careful who you fuck

One false move and you fucked and out here on that bullshit

Catch a fuck niggas and they hit his ass with the full clip

(What about your friends)

Niggas ain't real

Niggas ain't trill

Niggas be jealous

Over the hoes, over the whips, over the crib

Niggas be broke, pockets be hurt

Nigga be stressed

Nigga be learning

Whoop your friend, you gotta murk 'em

Payback it's closed curtains

[Hook: Pimp C]

What about your friends will they stay on they grind?

What about your friends will they be around?

What about your friends will they let you die?

What about your friends?

With friends like that I don't need enemies

[Verse 3: Nas]

It's so ill,  pop no pills

Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to fake friends

Tina best friend husband fucking her cousin

Her cousin, she think her baby by Tina husband

But Tina had a miscarriage by me

Ten months later, Tina had a baby, it's deep

Soon the whole hood to be related

Like an African tribe, misplace mis-situated

13, she's already ripping

So whoever daughter she is, you about to be in grandpa position

And pot, no pot to piss in

Man, stop and listen

Your man from the sand box, he on the stand snitching

His John Hancock got 'em lamb chops, what is miss'in?

Home exonerated cause he cooperated

I peep the bullshit coming, the streets taught me

And in abundance, now my circle a hundred

[Hook: Pimp C]

What about your friends will they stay on they grind?

What about your friends will they be around?

What about your friends will they let you die?

What about your friends?

With friends like that I don't need enemies