Mac - Best Friends
 

You was my nigga now we beefinI'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me*
And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' [x2]*

[First Verse]*

We was claimin' the same hood fucked the same bitches*
And they knew, if I hit it you had to hit it too, we was cruel*
You was wit me when I first pulled the trigga*
You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember?*
I headed by your Mama house, for a couple of days*
Cuz the niggas we was beefin' with, knew where I stayed*
We was some down South niggas,*
Boot in the mouth niggas*
The wrong route niggas*
Typical niggas*
We'd just make a lil' dollar, sellin' weed to the needy*
Everything be fifty&fifty ain't no need, for bein' greedy*
You my dog, ha? So that's how we played it*
Niggas who hated, we rushed and demonstrated*
Why we ain't to be faded*
On this mission with get money, power, and bitches*
I would ever come along with these riches that's if nobody snitches*
I do a bid for you, take care of your kid for you*
But damn, look what these pussy niggas done did to you*

[Chorus]*

[Bridge One]*


Hello?*
(Yeah, nigga what's happenin'?)*
What's happenin' wit'cha dogg?*
(What's happenin' with you nigga, nigga talk about you got some
beef wit me nigga)*
Beef wit you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga,*
If I had some beef with you I'd come to ya like a man,*
It ain't like that between us, what it is is, you talkin' to these*
niggas, and these niggas got you....*

[Verse Two]*

Them niggas told you I blew up and I forgot about us*
The same niggas who was with you, and afraid to bust*
How could you listen to these niggas? When they mean no good?
Muthafuckas ain't even from our hood*
And now you snortin' furl with em*
Off in that World with em*
Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm*
Ever thought that we could work it out?*
We would meet,*
But as long as you with them niggas I be with that heat*
And that's deep,*
Cuz I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12*
I would deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well*
Guess I gotta disappoint her, but you leave me no choice*
Callin' my crib with this "Murder, murder" tone in your voice*
What I'm a bitch or somethin'?*
I used to fight for you,*
Used to let you stay at my Mama crib when shit just wasn't right for you*
Look what you do me in return*
I guess I played with fire, so eventually it burns*

[Bridge Two]*

Hello?*
Hello?*
Man, this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me.*
Y'all think that nigga serious?*

[Chorus]*

It's World War nigga*
Once again, it's the fuckin' murder prince*
The ghetto commando, representin' niggas