it to end We can never be friends We can make it easy We can never be friends One wants to stay together One wants it to end We can never be friends We can
it to end We can never be friends We can make it easy. We can never be friends One wants to stay together One wants it to end We can never be friends We can
my friends together, Now they don't talk and we don't go out. I used to know the name of every person I kissed. Now I made this bed and I can't fall
can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
with small minds Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time Around here we developed such a sound down here But duplicate it off the steel it can only be
believe we will Always be Blood brothers time can't divide What our hearts have said with a Drop of red Blood brothers, the bond we made never Will break
they ?round I be on the way up, they be on the way down Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
told me that she know how this dream is Late night phonecalls from one of my close friends Telling you that we are rushing to the ER By this time tomorrow we suppoused to be
all, muthafuck em all Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll I would've been your friend till the end bitch Guess there ain't no friends in
(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams
it out excatly wat diddy about cuz we can take this whole city out Now who gon? stop us, who gon? knock us Top us, we can?t find coppers to lock us
as hot as a dream Late night phone calls from one of my close friends Telling you that we are rushing to the E.R. About this time tomorrow we were supposed to be
cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you when they ask I aint gotta say whom in them interviews my sweet thing never believe them
Picture the morning taste and devour We rise early pace up the hour Streets is bustling hustling their heart out You can't have the sweet with no sour
m at I don't want to be another cocaine story Will I find my sanity Where I find my glory Come on [Repeat Chorus] Someday, Someday, this will be over We
I run around snatching purses, For every meaning there?s a purpose, Jus because I never went to school it don?t mean that I can?t be perfect, For screaming? out loud!!! We
-e-ayio (way-e-ayio) Buenos tiempo - with these friends of mine Buenos tiempo - we have good times Buenos tiempo - it can't get no higher Buenos tiempo - thru' the streets