Best Friends Lyrics by Mac

Best Friends

[chorus]

You was my nigga now we beefin
Im bustin at you, you bustin at me
And it wont stop til we both sleepin [2x]

[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]

phone ring
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