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- Z-Ro - Friends Lyrics
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- (*talking*)
- King of the motherfucking Ghetto, yeah
- This one right here, goes out to my real nigga Nate
- My nigga Grey-D, out that Pud Park
- Ride or die nigga, you know I'm saying
- It's me and you, till the grave homie uh
- [Z-Ro]
- I use to kick it with the people, I thought were friends
- There was no envy or jealousy, cause ain't nobody have no ends
- But only time would tell, true character traits
- Cause the niggaz I figured to be real, turned out fake
- I remember we smoked sherms, just to pass the time
- Going hard as we did, no wonder some of us lost our mind
- Cause you can't think straight, on that good gorilla piss
- Especially by yourself, smoking five or six
- Formaldehyde takes over the mind, can't you understand
- If your partna go to tripping, remember he still your man
- Heard my friend, pulled a pistol on my friend in the hood
- Sobered up and apologized, 'sposed to been all good
- Chilling all together again, walking side by side
- Mr. Walker shot Mr. McCarly, bout eight or nine times
- I ain't tripping, cause my nigga'z living better yet he's blessed
- Half a calf muscle missing, shot everywhere but the neck
- And the head but still breathing, what a story to tell
- Now I get to see Mr. Walker, in Mr. State Jail
- How the hell I'ma kick it with you nigga, you shot my G
- With a friend like you, we don't need enemies
- Trying to fall out of place, to explain his case
- None of my cellies could feel it, that's why they violated your face
- Tried to beef for me in the chow line, snuck up on me
- Cause I ride for Grey-D, like he's my one and only homie
- This is organized crime, when you fuck with me
- Better prepare to tip toe, when you touch the streets
- Hey, I'm not a killer but don't rush me
- Cause I got a couple hundred motherfuckers, that won't let nobody touch me
- I'm the Don now, but I remember the past
- Ridgemont hardheads ride or die for eachother, quick to blast
- Now it's come to this, all I ever wanted was peace
- Never thought it be one of my own, trying to see me deceased
- On top of that, when you balling you got too many friends
- If it ain't no cheese they leave damn, was it me or my ends
- Even women be getting in, where they fit
- The love affair is so legit, until you come home and she done split with all your shit
- That's why I'm so cold, towards people I meet
- Because of something that was done to me, by less than a G
- But nevertheless, I'll say it again
- Z-Ro the Crooked know the key to survival, is fuck friends
- [Hook]
- Friends, ain't no mystery why Z-Ro don't have them
- Friends, ain't too many of em I can really depend on
- Friends, ain't no mystery why Z-Ro don't have them
- Friends, they might be the reason for my bloody murder
- So fuck friends
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