Friends Lyrics - Singles - Pimp C

Be careful, 'cause you can't trust these so called friends out here 

They be jealous 

What about your friends will they stay on they grind? 

What about your friends will they be around? 

What about your friends will they let you die? 

What about your friends? 

With friends like that I don't need enemies 

I had a lotta niggas that was down with me 

Or should I say a lotta niggas hang around with me? 

But when I took my fall 

I found out I really didn't have many friends at all 

When I was out there rollin' in the Benz and ball 

My momma used to get a lotta telephone calls 

Niggas tryna see how we was, I had a buzz 

But all that shit stopped when I got popped by the fuzz 

A couple niggas kept that shit true indeed 

But not the ones I used to bail outta jail and feed 

We used to smoke weed and get drunk off brew 

I went to TDC, nigga, I couldn't find you 

You couldn't find me that's what you told yourself 

But you couldn't tell that bullshit to nobody else 

But when they asked you how I was doin', you told 'em I was cool 

Knowin' you ain't talk to me since I went to the pen, fool 

No pictures, no commissary, money to eat 

And now you think it's all good, 'cause I'm back on the streets 

I'm back on these beats and still blowing like the wind 

But these is the niggas that we call friends 

What about your friends will they stay on they grind? 

What about your friends will they be around? 

What about your friends will they let you die? 

What about your friends? 

With friends like that I don't need enemies 

In these streets and these traps, nigga you better be strapped 

Niggas out here plottin' be prepared to shoot back 

Nigga ain't no rules, nigga it ain't no love 

A nigga put a knife in your nigga, could be your blood 

Kill a nigga over money, kill a nigga over drugs 

They killing niggas over hoes be careful who you fuck 

One false move and you fucked and out here on that bullshit 

Catch a fuck niggas and they hit his ass with the full clip 

(What about your friends) 

Niggas ain't real 

Niggas ain't trill 

Niggas be jealous 

Over the hoes, over the whips, over the crib 

Niggas be broke, pockets be hurt 

Nigga be stressed 

Nigga be learning 

Whoop your friend, you gotta murk 'em 

Payback it's closed curtains 

What about your friends will they stay on they grind? 

What about your friends will they be around? 

What about your friends will they let you die? 

What about your friends? 

With friends like that I don't need enemies 

It's so ill, pop no pills 

Straight Henn' a toast to Pimp C , now on to fake friends 

Tina best friend husband fucking her cousin 

Her cousin, she think her baby by Tina husband 

But Tina had a miscarriage by me 

Ten months later, Tina had a baby, it's deep 

Soon the whole hood will be related 

Like an African tribe, misplacement situated 

13, she's already ripping 

So whoever daughter she is, you about to be in grandpa position 

And pot, no pot to piss in 

Man, stop and listen 

Your man from the sand box, he on the stand snitching 

His John Hancock, got 'em lamb chops with his misses 

Home exonerated 'cause he cooperated 

I peep the bullshit coming, the streets taught me 

And in abundance, now my circle a hundred 

What about your friends will they stay on they grind? 

What about your friends will they be around? 

What about your friends will they let you die? 

What about your friends? 

With friends like that I don't need enemies