me friend A friend don't think about you when he's dreaming Or every single minute that he's breathing So why is this so hard to believe A friend wont
call me friend A friend don't think about you when he's dreaming Or every single minute that he's breathing So why is this so hard to believe A friend
. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and X to the Z is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players I rub
friend of Bush I'm the centerpiece, your the Maltese. I am a pittbull off his leash, All this peace talk can cease. All these people I had to leave in
in! I am A little bit insecure a little unconfident ’Cause you don’t understand I do what I can But sometimes I don’t make sense I am What you never
trigger I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy I can make this fool, I can rape this fool I can get
search, see what I find If I'm bein the best lover and friend Am I being the best daddy I can? I pray I am, and I feel good today Reminisce as I'm cruisin
the Prada, I got ya like I got ya From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya It was then I knew everywhere I went you'd follow Soon I
that you told me you wanted to find another man Now I hear you cry every time we play Arizona Stand Now I'm standing here with 50 of my friends and a
again Look up you're in Cleveland again A solid line that never ends I've got stories that you'll never believe And I know it I wear, I wear it on my
down Well I've been in love and I've been in pain I'm a sinner and a saint And no matter, where I am or what I do It's you I appreciate My one friend
on Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful sounds I'm tryin to make y'all get down And put some soul
to go Call your name two, three times in a row Such a funny thing for me to try to explain How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame 'Cause I know I
, I'm robbin' and killin' and stealin' Makin' a dope-dealin', that's what I do daily 'Cause Layzie gotta make a livin' And I don't give a damn I take
gon' make a switch dude Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black
front line I press Until in peace I may rest For battles I can't win With stripes I must defend Done been to the pen, behind friends And I still can'
Van Axel I shake phoneys man, you can't get next to The genuine article I go I do not sing though I sling though, if anything I bling yo A star like Ringo, roll like Crazy bring ya whole set Jay-Z
