Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Every since I could remember I had friends I could depend on Clothes to lend 'em Money to spend on But as time went by My life got a little strange And the rules of the game seem to change Trust, honesty and devotion And money, money, money is the poison potion There's no way that I can even say That this game has been good to me Or even bad to me it had to be Cause tragically the way this sh** Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get But my friendship with n***as always ends up as bullsh** I listen to my momma though She always tried to prepare me But how could she do what I I mean I'm do or die But my life on the streets That sh** is suicide So to cope I got a dogg and a locc And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is They my homeboys ever since kids Real friends to the end [Chorus] Hangin' out with my homies and I'm feelin' just fine I've been ponderin' lately A lot of different things on my mind It seems lately my friends list Done took a slight decline And if you wanna know the trith man, man Them wasn't no friends of mine You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash All those OG's and BG's and wannabes and L-O-Cs The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s That's my n***a Snoop D Woop and my n***a N-A-T-E I can't forget about my n***a H to the Deezy Pressure and strikes Don't wanna take no lives But these jaws, cracks and hood cracks Will make you break bizacks "Whats up homie, can I borrow some cash?" Last week I gave you 500, so kiss my a** I got a baby to feed A familly to see through And shake busta snitches tweekin' like you Homies and friends that's what they for Stayin' tight and money right And bustin' with a 44.