From top to yo' bottom, dem hoes, I got 'em Don't ask me how, don't know who shot 'em You snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga Mess around, getcha self
Get down, ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new
pops they couldn't hold me Until he found shorty's got it going on, rolling on Who told? Damn, bendecion The Bland man and my pop don't give a damn The
to smoke blunts You came to my hood, we was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends numb
is insane he's got a brain like Norman Bates Timberland boots ski hats we pack gats Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats But they don't
and say names The 45 will tear you out the frame It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin' thing Don't mean nothin' changed but the
saw ya Roll the red carpet, royalty's arrived Don't try to fight back 'cause you won't survive So don't never ever in any kind of weather Try to mess
job that they have to do is a drag. I mean, they have to follow people around, you know. That's part of their job. Follow me around. I'm out on the
wrap the roca, nah Bag, slag, wrap the roster, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever
for the neighborhood chores The E M C E E don't even try to be When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate Then change the rhyme around
big rat money makin nigga Cute as a bunny, he tell bout the time he pickin cotton So it ain't forgottin, hope I don't spoil a nigga rotten Also, don't
in my bloodstream [Verse 2:] [J. Flex] Even dough I'm a fiend, I can't break clean Cause everything so sureme When she's on the scene And can't nobody
can't refuse and can't get a better offer I'm the author of the American dream And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm just an arrogant fiend And when
song is name fiend not friend... the brackets i don't know what the line says but i got about 95 % of the song right... lol here it is Jaheim - Fiend
of self preservation and starvation My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls It was rough growin' up around the boys and girls After Daddy left, shit was a mess
be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't
rest Hatred can bring you down War! I don't want your war! War! We don't need your war! WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR! War! Military fiends, starving countries
betta move 'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us Continuous throwin these boulders Dont act like nobody ain't