​iLL Brown, Freddie Gibbs, BJ The Chicago Kid, G-Wiz - Friends lyrics

Yeah, sup got a little sum'
One hunnit withcha know what I mean? Yeah

Sometimes I admit you get
On my fucking nerves
Sometimes I be through with you
Nigga to the curb
Prolly got drunk and started some
Shit you don't deserve
Took my frustrations out on you
And put 'em into words
Yeah you know how niggas get
Popping silly shit
Twelve grade, drinking that blue beast
We was getting bent
I look around and wonder where
All my real niggas went
Victim of violence, moment of silence
Let me reminisce
Damn, my cognac trickles to the pavement
It's fucked up his family
Making funeral arrangements
Told me when he die: "don't
Cry just have a celebration"
Drive his casket through the ghetto
Cause the streets raised him, paid him
Always making sure your niggas ain't
Suckas disrespect us and it's
Nothing we gon' demonstrate sippin' Henny
Tryna get the strength to step up in ya way
Father why you let these pussy
Niggas take my motherfucking friend?

Friends tell me how many of us have them?
Friends
Someone that's always riding till the end
No hating, or money
Or bitches ever coming between us
I'm talking 'bout friends
Most of us don't really have them

Come follow me down road stroll
Fifteen years old
All we wanted was triple-gold
D's on the fleetwood floss skates be good
He killed the highs and lows
Nigga done been through some cold shit
Like when the doors got kicked
And my got sick i was there for ya homie
Brother from another, damn near my kin
Running 'em streets and licking shots
Off of the corners, they been
Living life like we was outlaws
Plus, we told them youngsters not
To be like us when they grown, now ya gone
I take a and still pass your way
Outcha own, my own castaway
Familiar glimpse of the past when I see
My brother through his lookout face
We tryna hold on to yesterday
When I say my prayer, man I pray
Lord forgive us for these D's
Have mercy, I done made thirty
And I'm still dirty, and I'm still working
AKA second in servant
Maintaining until they call for all the
Curtains on me and all my

Friends tell me how many of us have them?
Friends
Someone that's always riding till the end
No hating, or money
Or bitches ever coming between us
I'm talking 'bout friends
Most of us don't really have them