Текст песни Z-Ro f Cl`Che, Den Den - Friends
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[Z-Ro]I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I`ve only got someSince I can`t depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgunRolling around in my `78, reminiscing on the past16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil cashNow it`s like we never knew eachother, motherfuckers act strangeIt`s like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brainWhy they can`t look me in my eyes no mo`Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain`t gotta to cry no mo`I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich friendsBut try to come back to the po` partnas, when all the richness endTell him to come watch me perform, but they don`t go, and if I`mStranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don`t showPicture me walking down the feeter, everybody masking me upOh good it`s that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me upThat`s alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinkingWhen I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin cause uh[Hook - 2x]Friends just ain`t friends no moreAin`t no love, cause money is all we adoreFriends just ain`t friends no moreI don`t need you motherfuckers round me[Cl`Che]Most of these hoes say they your friend, but they really ain`t downCause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes don`t come roundThe main hoes that talk down, most friends turn to foesThat`s just the way it go down, that`s why I stay blowing poundsCause Mary Jane don`t change she stay the same, help maintainAnd ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit people bringCause the world is full of evil maynThat`s why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoesI be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger seat[Den Den]First he`s riding high, now he busting Mack 10`sWatch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back againThere ain`t no returning with the fuck shit, that`s why I murder with one clickThese fake ass G`s I`m done with, selling my shit for one sillBut claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch you ain`t down withJust another fake friend, trying to chop the BenzHelping to plead my ends, looking for a winLying with a grin, trying to sneak back in[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Remember back in `97, we was living it upIf they had it and we wanted it, they was giving it upThrough it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song togetherMatter of fact, we smoked our first zone togetherLook at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running thangsBut you ain`t running a damn thang but your mouth, cause you`s a bitch niggaGoing against the grain, cause you done made a lil changeBut I can`t flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the sameI had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New OrleansTogether, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I`m only rolling soloDon`t get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don`t fuck with em no mo`Cause everybody want me to do, what they want me to doAnd they want me to do it, but I`d rather stay full of embalming fluidBut you know what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me aloneCause the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh[Hook - 2x]