The Game - Never Be Friends lyrics
[The Game - Never Be Friends lyrics]
Yeah yo I walk through the valley of death
Vest on teflon now I'm approached
In my hurricane sweats
Black chrome on my shoulder
Big wheel till It's over
He never got to see me put
Black chrome on the rover
Readin your obituary, wishin we never met
So I wouldn't have to shed tears
Or wake up In cold sweats
Lookin at this bottle of hennessy
Wishin you never left
Wishin I chased your Monte Carlo down
And gave you my vest
Or better yet, I wish they never let you out
And I never got that phone call
Tellin me that you out
Wish you never signed the release form
I wouldn't have to clear this sample
Or use this track to say
Rest In peace for him
You wanted to know If Dre and Em felt you?
They did and before I could
Tell you somebody killed you
I feel pain for everybody whoever
Knew the real you
Call Nas let him know I got a Ill Will too
My nigga, If you look In the mirror
Would you see things clearer?
My nigga who I live, who I live for
My nigga
And you know where you headed
Do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do?
My nigga
Niggaz politicin' wanna know why
I'm rhymin different
My best friend got murdered nigga
My mind is different
If you ain't never spend no time In prison
You can't understand these bars or
The lines I'm spittin
Niggaz rilin' me up, lets go find the victim
I can't do It homie thats
The reason shyne In prison
And through devine Intervention
10 plus years doing crime In the trenches
Multiplied by the time that we
Spent In the kitchen
I'ts a life worth of hard livin
Cuban cigar tippin, 12th grade ditchin
Purple served by the jar sippin
If you lost a homie
You know freindship is God given
I done seen the church so much
You'd think I was born Christian
I done seen more dead bodies than a mortitian
Seen niggaz In and out of county
Blues like they was born crippin
So I'ma keep on livin
Cuz when I'm gone niggaz ain't gon do shit
But fuck my bitch and pour liqour
What If you was me? and you had
To sit through an entire funeral
While the pastor readin your homeboyz eulogy
I'm already dead
What the fuck you gon do to me?
Keep talkin shit I'll empty
My clip and G-unity
Gimme a minute to say my grace with God
I see your face in the mirror
I came a long way to talk and tell you
Your moms is missin you
Your pops is missin you
Just saw your baby pictures In
Your grandmothers living room
Face is missin you
Homie Wink is missin you
Thank God you left us memories
And songs to listen to
Vale is missin you
The hood is missin you
Let my son graduate high school
And I'ma come visit you
The world is missin you
Eminem was feelin you
Dre said he felt your vibe the
Little time he spent with you
Pour the henny out cause he
Ain't here in the physical
They say real men don't cry
But nigga I'm missin you
Vest on teflon now I'm approached
In my hurricane sweats
Black chrome on my shoulder
Big wheel till It's over
He never got to see me put
Black chrome on the rover
Readin your obituary, wishin we never met
So I wouldn't have to shed tears
Or wake up In cold sweats
Lookin at this bottle of hennessy
Wishin you never left
Wishin I chased your Monte Carlo down
And gave you my vest
Or better yet, I wish they never let you out
And I never got that phone call
Tellin me that you out
Wish you never signed the release form
I wouldn't have to clear this sample
Or use this track to say
Rest In peace for him
You wanted to know If Dre and Em felt you?
They did and before I could
Tell you somebody killed you
I feel pain for everybody whoever
Knew the real you
Call Nas let him know I got a Ill Will too
My nigga, If you look In the mirror
Would you see things clearer?
My nigga who I live, who I live for
My nigga
And you know where you headed
Do you know who you are
And why you do the things you do?
My nigga
Niggaz politicin' wanna know why
I'm rhymin different
My best friend got murdered nigga
My mind is different
If you ain't never spend no time In prison
You can't understand these bars or
The lines I'm spittin
Niggaz rilin' me up, lets go find the victim
I can't do It homie thats
The reason shyne In prison
And through devine Intervention
10 plus years doing crime In the trenches
Multiplied by the time that we
Spent In the kitchen
I'ts a life worth of hard livin
Cuban cigar tippin, 12th grade ditchin
Purple served by the jar sippin
If you lost a homie
You know freindship is God given
I done seen the church so much
You'd think I was born Christian
I done seen more dead bodies than a mortitian
Seen niggaz In and out of county
Blues like they was born crippin
So I'ma keep on livin
Cuz when I'm gone niggaz ain't gon do shit
But fuck my bitch and pour liqour
What If you was me? and you had
To sit through an entire funeral
While the pastor readin your homeboyz eulogy
I'm already dead
What the fuck you gon do to me?
Keep talkin shit I'll empty
My clip and G-unity
Gimme a minute to say my grace with God
I see your face in the mirror
I came a long way to talk and tell you
Your moms is missin you
Your pops is missin you
Just saw your baby pictures In
Your grandmothers living room
Face is missin you
Homie Wink is missin you
Thank God you left us memories
And songs to listen to
Vale is missin you
The hood is missin you
Let my son graduate high school
And I'ma come visit you
The world is missin you
Eminem was feelin you
Dre said he felt your vibe the
Little time he spent with you
Pour the henny out cause he
Ain't here in the physical
They say real men don't cry
But nigga I'm missin you