4] It's your friends, oh yea your friends, YOU GOTTA WORRY ABOUT [Positive K] A let me tell you let me tell you who your friends are Your friends ride
] It's your friends, oh yea your friends, YOU GOTTA WORRY ABOUT [Positive K] A let me tell you let me tell you who your friends are Your friends ride
ride till I'm with you, damn I really miss you I just don't understand, why he had to come and get you You always kept it positive, painting perfect
a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass
inside the trunk of the 9-ball Put triggers on niggas In rivers, that's where they find y'all So drop to your knees That's the position, assume it bitch
a son, oh-oh, but that?s okay ?Cause I wait for my cue and just listen, play my position Like a shortstop, pick up e?rything mami hittin? And in no time I better make this friend
grove dog and I feel like matin baby girl ur pussy lookin so vacant and its f**k you and f**k Georgia bush not makin, f**k waist deep I'm in over my
son, oh-oh, but that?s okay ?Cause I wait for my cue and just listen, play my position Like a shortstop, pick up e?rything mami hittin? And in no time I better make this friend
uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist
very upset! I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me! In the wind, she was my friend
the broad daylight No instruments needed, just two record players A stage, a crowd, and two rhyme sayers [Run] Ingredients are here, so have no fear Definitely defy the position
in tha bag, Give the rest to the attendant puttin' gas in the jet for a homie friend [Chorus] I went from rolling wit' dem rocks on the block To controlling my position
[Intro:] As I ride through the city streets Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet Then I ask myself, Will I survive? [
guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, f**k them tricks (f**k
a U I get off where they get off at Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at Roadblocks, yellow tape, "a crime scene" they say, What the f**k
