when i first met you i thought that you and i was friends to the end people told me men you befriended just went to the pen but i aint listen to them cause you promised as long as i fuck with you i never be in the same position again like you said they just jealous cuz we gone get rich and they not they work a lot we play the block still got more than they got cousin guzzling henny high people say if i keep fucking with you i subsequently die end up with twenty five they claiming you claim many lives with semi nines with guys innocent ladies babies of any size nah i knew it wasnt the truth cuz they aint have nothing for proof they even blamed you for dozens of youths of substance abuse what kinda crap is that everybody knows that crackers bought crack to our habitat to attack the latins and blacks never mind that fact something i know is wrong you was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm even though you did introduce me to smoking tron and totin arms you welcomed saigon with open arms thats all i could focus on the reason i wrote this explosive song to show even the closest bond gets torn you tricked me all along you had me thinking you was my friend you never loved saigon with friends like you who needs enemies brought a nigga bad luck like the kennedys you had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary with friends like you who needs enemies not only smoking newport cigs and guzzling whole 40 s with one swig you taught the kid more than any school in new york did teachers teaching me social studies but wasnt there for saigon to cry on after the wakes of my closest buddies i was grew up i depicted this picture too up was i just a fool or just too young or strung on the booze that you brung snatch my soul put a hole in it grab my mind took control of it made my heart as cold as the home of the bolsheviks funny when you wasnt around it wasn t no incidents let you tell it all of that was simply coincidence thats a thesis i doubt fore i met you i wasnt kick theresas eye out or had the police at my house i wouldnt have needed ki s to fly south murder rap would never ease from my mouth i probably be at peace with myself probably think what you did to me was sweet laughing at me like kee kee kee for falling for your trickery and deceit dont flatter yourself it dont take a genius to spell thug convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to sell drugs if you really had g you d have them white kids like you had me it was they great granddaddies that created you daddy they was the ones that flooded you with gats and liquor stores macs pimps with the whores that trade cash for intercourse and of course these young niggas stay sucking you off but i know the truth so poof im cutting you off  you did this to me you did this to me man you know what a lot of times we grow up thinking the streets is our friend you know what i m sayin the streets ain t your motherfucking friend young blood take it from me man i been in the streets my whole motherfucking life and i ain t get nothin but pain death jail 1