enormous Hey, Pres Carter, watch him get a Monica on all day Hey, got so many different monikers but only one Jay They come they go, some real, some faux Some friends
hard want you and revenge watch out cos so called friends will con you bankin jacobs said it best man will I ever know who my friends through thick and thin cos so called friends
cash money till the end of me we family, his a friend of me make real nigga moves you pretending to be little nigga wanna take it for the pay baby girl dug how
Said thys is my story True ghetto story Said thys is my story Real ghetto story Hey See, I was born poor like many men who didn't have notin' Came to
can go Feels like a mouth hear reaching cause I am trying to teach ya There so many things that you don't now So I was his closest friend who's close
Enough lashes like I aint seen enough On the real, this is like the Neo-Emmitt Till Whistling- Get yo f-cking ass killed Lets keep this shit real! Now who
Isn't it funny how many times we can say, We drawn the line, cross it out, turn the page, And moved on That's what we thought But here I am in the same
about I'm what you really want, the shit that people read about Niggers care for me, I make them bring the heat .... For me ... What? What the fuck ? Who
want me to trust you But how can I trust you When I don't know the first thing about that There's so many questions There's so many lessons And I need
, aight? They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They
back Tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back I've created
I know who I am Lord knows who I will be That's the way it's always been And that's the way I like it And that's how I want it to be That's the way it
he gave the lie detector Picked up the pager numbers Said who's called sixty nine? She said don't be surprise 'Cause it's been your best friend He looked
So many stories I'm told How would you feel If I put my girls before the one I love? How would it feel If every time you wanna talk I turn the TV on? How
wastin' my time? Hey baby, trust me, you just disgust me Your hair's a mess and your make-up's crusty I don't know too many females Who make a habit
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thankin' Him for His many blessings And all He's done for us And Blackstreet would like to share All
Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times just like these And I know What you need, what you want, so many
nigga Krayzie Bone hooked me with that bomb bud Now roll me up a huddah, I'm about to hit the bud 'cause, you know a friend with weed is a friend indeed But a friend