(Chorus): Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them? (How many of us have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, ones you can
Krayzie: Friends, friends, friends, friends, how many of us have them? [How many of us have them?] Friends, friends, friends, friends, ones you can
sick of bein' humble, give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don't matter. I got somethin' for him and him, and then
bathing suit And told her try it replied, while with these light brown eyes I'm shopping for a lady friend about your size She put it on so I paid for
is thank God for my mother Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for
breathing And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while 'Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle But my heart pumps foul blood
, no wing niggaz around us dog If you ain't a motherfuckin friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go Niggaz is grimey man, it's D-Block for real
you better flip her like a somersault, Snoopy never played a role for which he wasn't built for, Never called somebody friend that I wouldn't kill for
to mine What a feeling, got steep my sweet dysfunction I?ll keep on kneeling for my chemical devotion Let me kiss the ceiling, it?s just a notion for
, in my bed, betrayed by my best friend She was a friend of mine, she left with my man She lied, cheated, took all I had She was a friend of mine, she
die for you? I'd lay down my life for you (I would die for you) Don't you know I'd die for you? I'd lay down my life for you (I would die for you) I
keep on falling And they keep on falling, falling 'Cause this is my pain Dear Auntie, I still feel your timeless sorrow Before you died, it's like your body was mine
, then touch your toes You and your partna them, you can get dollas then Trickin ain't in my blood, but I`ma make it rain I'm too rich for dolla bills
and shadowed under towering trees admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe. jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep although my blood
Friends of mine don't have the time for food or wine Just money is on their minds Life is sweet on a one-way street They're indiscreet and funny, they
man, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for