歌詞
Aye yo, king of the motherfucking ghetto
Yeah, this one right here goes out to my real nigga man
My nigga Grady out there pullin' parts
Ridin' and jivin', know I'm sayin'
It's me and you to the grave homie
Uh, I used to kick it with the people I thought was friends
There was no envy or jealousy 'cause ain't nobody have no ends
But only time will tell true character traits
'Cause the niggas 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 partner go to trippin', remember he still your man
Heard my friend pulled a pistol on my friend in the hood
Sobered up and apologized, supposed to been all good
Shoulda been together again, walking side by side
Mr. Walker shot Mr. McConley 'bout eight or nine times
I ain't trippin' 'cause my nigga's livin' better, yet he's blessed
Half a calf muscle missing, shot everywhere but the neck
In the head but still breathin', 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
Tryna fall outta place to explain the case
None of my sentence could fit it, that's why they violated your face
Tried to beef with me in the chow line, snuck up on me
'Cause I ride for Grady 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 each other, quick to blast
Now it's come to this, all I ever wanted was peace
Never thought it'd be one of my own tryna see me deceased
On top of that, when you ballin' you got too many friends
If it ain't no cheese, they need them, was it me or my ends?
Even women be gettin' 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
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
