(Nature Talking) Yeah I got alot of fuckin' friends in this World man,
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but I don't think this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend, I heard
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alot of shit right here, I think I'm 'bout to explain what a fuckin'
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friend is, knowwhatI'msayin'? A friend is a nigga that'll be there to
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squeeze for you, count your cheese for you, whatever, push your Ki's for
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you, bone the same bitch and catch the same disease wit' you, if it
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don't go down like that then they aint' your friend.
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Verse 1: (E-Money Bags)
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You can hate or love this
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no matter what you think a thug is
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bitches who know the Stee, they all wanna plug with this God
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you hear my name in the beauty salon
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and nails too
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my name properly branded up in there tatoo
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blow their back too, I'm popular
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put the glock to ya
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empower ya, in fact
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you won't believe it 'till you don't get your shit back
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yo luckily I lived that
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niggas on your team tell you "Damm you shouldn't have did that"
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I sit back and observe ya'll
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reminiscent when I herbed all ya'll
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E-Money Bags in blood printed on the wall
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who you gonna call? Toast busters
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niggas who roller coast behind drug connects don't trust us
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some can't relate to this, outta state we flip
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I won't come back without a new house and a whip
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I do shit that you kick
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if you do it too, then you sick
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I move dolo, co-defendants is a no-no.
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Chorus (all 3)
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It be the money niggas with the respect and all the power
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keep the Teck beside the shower
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condos be on the towers
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we livin' what comes out of our Mouth for all you cowards,
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introducin' Nature, he be a friend of ours...
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Verse 2: (Nature)
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Handshakes turn to hugs and hugs turn to headlocks
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you violate I let the led pop
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makin' you a movin' target
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I'll send a slug through ya garments
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think I give a fuck who you involved wit'?
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Q.B. smooth pirahnnas
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the young minister's menace
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I dropped out the Tenth grade, never finished
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merked off, for these chips I be the work horse
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workin' overtime, you'll get your first loss fuckin' with us
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set trends, some are original like us and some'll mimic
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I try to seperate fact from gimmick
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crack from Women
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Platinum driven
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automatic results
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I'm hearin' Attica will shatter your hopes
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habits I broke, like talkin' on the phone when I'm fired up
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niggas be wired up like human Aiwa's
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could it be that they be snitchin' or they just admirers
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a friend of ours, in a non-trustworthy environment.
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Chorus (all 3)
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It be the money niggas, with the respect and all the power
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keep the Teck beside the shower
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condo's be on the Towers
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livin' what comes out the Mouth of all you cowards,
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introducin' Kool G. Rap, he be a friend of ours.
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Verse 3: (Kool G. Rap)
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Godfather saga
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hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
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funerals crowded like Soccer while I'm watchin' opera
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last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
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Binoculars is how I watched you droppin' from the Chopper
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Mafia imposter
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get left for dead with your face inside of your plate of pasta
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for bein' a Hasa, salude to my crew to prosper (Salude)
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you know how we do, we ice pick your boulder
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you meet death over glasses of ice with the bola
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blood on your shoulder
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Mink cosa nostra
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keepin' the Heater with the toasters
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dough in the sofa's
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Cashmere with gator Loafers
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we bulletproof the Rovers and pimp smack you sober
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my whole crew is menaces, lieutenants and soldiers
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flip on you the way that Montana did to Minola
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convincin' voters holdin' mad dough thats older than Yoda
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leave bad odors when we leave Cobras twisted like Yoga
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colder than the cats thats in Ebola
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bubble like Soda
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bendin' these young Mamacitas over
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cross me I'll cut out your Mama's ovaries
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kid, you know the steez
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have your wake smellin' like Potpourri
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on the low key, ship Ki's to overseas
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my shit gets sold quicker than groceries
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K-double-O-L-and G, you know it's me.
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Friend of Mine
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| Nature |
