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Fuck Friendz (feat. O
Yukmouth
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Who the fuck are you? I should remember you
What, you think you like me?
You ain't like me, motherfucker. You a punk
I've been with main people, connected people
Who you been with?
Chain snatcher, jive-ass, Monaco motherfuckers
Funk friends!
I make ends in the Jag, bubble ends
Wrist breezy like the wind, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, gettin' head on the freeway, smokin'
, Doin' a hundred and ten, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, I pull up in that new Benz, rims that continue to spin, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, they all hate you in the end, niggas
Fake and they wanna pretend, but still
Funk friends!
Yo, you got up in the game in 1986 with Ted Bohannon and Chris
Dangerous Clique, but you was smokin' cane and shit
On your album cover rockin' Kris chains and shit
Ain't that a bitch? You get paid and change and switch
Nigga, when Hollywood start hatin' and shit
Chris came with some rappers spittin' flame and shit
The Luniz and Dru Down, that new bangin' shit
Our first album went platinum, fucked your brain and shit
To get fame, you start talkin' on our name and shit, uh
You never wanted us in the game, you bitch
'Cause if you really did, we would've been in the Dangerous Clique
And then you slipped, Dangerous named some shit
That fucked his whole life off, now he strange and sick
Father Dom beat your ass, made you change your clique
Then your studio got shot up on some gangsta shit, move to a
Funk friends!
I make ends in the Jag, bubble ends
Wrist breezy like the wind, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, gettin' head on the freeway, smokin'
, Doin' a hundred and ten, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, I pull up in that new Benz, rims that continue to spin, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, they all hate you in the end, niggas
Fake and they wanna pretend, but still
Funk friends!
Uh, I signed to Rap-A-Lot to start the
New saga, I don't need no new drama
All I did was give you honor
Now you wanna shoot the chopper and diss
Me on your album? Fuck you, partner!
Release the monster, I'm not a shit talker or a shit starter
But it's the mafia and you a bitch imposter
My shit hotter, I spit lava
And plus I'm more versatile, doin' shows in the Virgin Isles
I murder your style in the Dirty South
Make bitches perk it out and like Ludacris, I sell word of mouth
The word is out, the niggas heard about you
Ask me to write your raps, please keep my name out your dirty mouth
And Big Mike tried to warn me about you
Y'all don't get along, he slapped the shit out you
And now you hatin' on my clout too, it's all about you
But Rap-A-Lot is fine, nigga, without you
Funk friends!
I make ends in the Jag, bubble ends
Wrist breezy like the wind, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, gettin' head on the freeway, smokin'
, Doin' a hundred and ten, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, I pull up in that new Benz, rims that continue to spin, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, they all hate you in the end, niggas
Fake and they wanna pretend, but still
Funk friends!
Uh, and I don't even know you, nigga, but I'ma have to show you, nigga
There's two things you don't do, nigga
Don't diss Yuk or bite Yuk shit or I'ma come through, niggas
Come through with gorillas, come through with killers
I'm Godzilla for realer, you a snake, you slipper
Niggas bitin' Pac shit think it made you richer
Paid you niggas, but fuck you, I blaze you niggas
Come through with them AKs, spray you niggas
Lay you niggas the fuck down, I hate you niggas
I'm the Ice Cream Man, so I made you niggas
You can't fade this nigga, you the fakest nigga
You bit my shit, Pac shit, Cash Money, you even bit Bow Wow
Who the fuck you gonna bite now?
And real niggas like my style, so you bite my style
I father your rhymes, you're like my child, bitch
Funk friends!
I make ends in the Jag, bubble ends
Wrist breezy like the wind, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, gettin' head on the freeway, smokin'
, Doin' a hundred and ten, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, I pull up in that new Benz, rims that continue to spin, screamin'
Funk friends!
Uh, they all hate you in the end, niggas
Fake and they wanna pretend, but still
Funk friends!
Uh, F-R-I-E-N-D spells friend
You take the F-R-I off friend, it spells end
Real niggas play to win
It's not a game, it's just called a game
And Thug Lord is the name
And honor, loyalty, and respect is the game