with you They ain't you friends them niggas is out to get you And fuck this ruthless bitch, them motherfuckers ain't paid you For shit if I was you and you
love this game But just when you think that I'm your best friend I'ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again Till the blood soaks through your
you all, there's nothing else that I'll do 'Cause what keeps me goin' ain't the praise from you! Mr. Smart is loud calling everyone to roar Calls himself a real friend
CHORUS (word up!) Be who you are nothing more nothing less and let the beauty that you love be the very best Sing praises to the highest with your feet on the ground And reach for your
i just don't care i'll throw you a line, and save you from sinking because you waste a lot of time on you side we collide over stupid fucking sides
you care bout the clothes that they wear' Would you rather if they left you there' Do you still care what your friends wanna think if they see you
what a night Imma wake up in the morning like (like) oh(oh) haha (like) oh (hah) Oh my what a night Imma wake up in the morning like (like) oh(oh) haha (like
it, cheaters never win my friend You like creeping but hate when your girl starts cheating Imagine if you came home to your wife, opened your door and locked it Then you
you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave
beginner I have decorated myself with love Hate, truth, you All of you, both of you None of you More than one of you Fucker Fucker With lips like sugar, eyes like
life's a game But a game is something you can lose If you choose not (what) Or a have Yahweh as your friend With Jesus by my side against all odds I'm
So today I choose To really love you Jessica your heart is Like a newly budding rose Expanding as she grows Your petals have been bruised But you have
you could feel me like a steel knife At least so you could see the white of their eyes Bright with surprise once they finish spittin? lies Associates, is your boys, your
lock me down a life time in the bing Monitorin' my calls, grippin' at my dogs shit I never really understood the cost My friends were your friends, your friends were my friends Your
who you hurt Young nigga persue your dreams I started sellin dope when I was younger What would you choose Sell motherfuckin dope or hunger It's up to you
with plastic friends I got two paths to choose and I can't decide Too little, too late, two worlds divide And our worlds divide So better choose your side
music Now players if you choose it You better make sure you don't abuse it We gonna getcha high, high Time to drop these bows, like Dusty Rhodes then