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Friends Lyrics

from Art Of War

"Friends" is track #9 on the album Art Of War. It was written by Rene Francisco Sotomayor, Grant William Nicholas, Etienne Lavonne Clark.
"Friends" is track #9 on the album Art Of War. It was written by Rene Francisco Sotomayor, Grant William Nicholas, Etienne Lavonne Clark.

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Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them?
(How many of us have them?)
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, ones you can depend on?
(Ones you can depend on?)
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them?
(How many of us have them?)
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends,
before we go any further, let's talk about friends.


Mo Thug in him, and even all of the people that'll support me, when I'm
in a bind and all the way to depend on, I don't need to know, then I [fret],
deep in the sin when the ship's away [so win] again, and again,
that'll help me (?). Can I get a witness to hold this within. I don't trust no hoes
[no bitch], not even the one I had before. Hoes, you won't roll, no [no], it
was probably me, so we go. We know what went wrong, and I know your
moms is laughing, and it's your aunty's baby's daddy in Cincinnati, with a
white bitch, happy. [Look at you.] And I'm out there rapping, ready for the
war, and end of the nights, but blessed, I'll be blasting enemies testin'.
Watch out for my friends.

(Wish): Bet I got my friends, bet I got mine, bet I got mine, yeah
We straight up killaz, we realer, we just want tha money, y'all hataz
we don't deserve 'em. Murda one, if we fin' ta go murda dem all, dey
fall. They wanna see tha Bone fall, y'all, but nah, we too Bone
I rememba, back lil' wayz when we were so hungry, when we were
so hungry. But now thank The Lord, my thugs we got money
We got money, hey. We got money to parlay, we got money to parlay
Watch if I miss ya, hit chya, bet one of these thug-niggaz
get wit' chya. How ya feel about murda, man? It's still tha
same, you fukk wit' us, wang bangarang. It's like suicide
nigga do or die. When ya fukkin' wit' mine, we gon' ride in tha end
Somebody gon' die tonight, don't be fukkin' wit' my friends



I can tell, wit' tha devil, I'm doin' is workin', Lurkin', approachin
me like I must suffer, but in order ta prevent event, and your told
to repent. 'Cause I gotta protect my fortune, and that's my friend
till tha end. Rollin' in my Benz, neva thought what was next to occur
Young entrepeneur, who defeat through tha bloody blood, we ready foe
divide and conquer. Playa hation, infiltration, any situation, y'all
muthafukkaz bring, go prepare foe eternal warfare, and I really don't
care, 'cause I'm sayin' my prayer to tha Man Upstairz
Keepin' my niggaz out here so strong, and doin' this pain
and strain to survive. Lookin' out foe each-other everyday
and our people's comin' up readin' The Bible
Willin' ta die, if tha wicked is near me, if y'all eva try
ta come wit' some crooked condition
What it is, just ta book ah thug
Come ah little bit closer nigga
take ah look at this picture of ah vision of ah mission accomplished
Bone Thugs all tha way 'till tha end, and again, and again, and again
and again, don't try ta come between my, my.



Momma told me watch yo' friends
They can be enemiez within
quick to pretend like they fit in
Get in, they put it all to an end
I know ya kinda choosed survival, pinned ya
Nigga done tried ta infiltrate tha clique, we gonna get chya
No Evil! Get's in me, apart from my people
Militant that's how we choose to roll, and we road warriorz
about tha war, tha war, tha war
When you call my name I will be there, I'll be there
Neva got to worry 'bout nobody else
Indeed, and though I know I want mo' time
I need mo' time. Sweat about Armageddon
it's gonna get us, are you ready? What about yo' friends? Friends
'till tha very end, through tha freezin' wicked windz
wicked windz. What about yo' friends?


I've been ready wit' ah bang, I'm here ta bring all tha noize
Don't think you can avoid tha wrath, then get 'em with tha math
not that tha fact that tha skiez be shorted
Thoughted tha coast was clear, but you couldn't see ah hidden Flesh
thought if you'd been in silence
Longer they know that to you, host preapared to crept in yo' crib
Till then and they wanted ta see tha violence
Droppin', gettin' locked and get in stayed in asylum
Livin' life on under tha hill. Release that trail
and one ah my niggaz been in celled, because I stay high
smoke, enhale. And I may break it wit' ah nigga, will he suffer
don't make no mistake, or don't faim his spray
Anticipation ta get you sprayed, but what if he hesitate?
Make my day. They lay, any nigga they would
It be easy ta pick up ah tune. When do we end?
Will they come get this shit done, and over ah partner
must ah been one of my friends
Betta watch yo' back, otha people you think are yo' homiez
open my fist I can pin when ya fallin
I said only Mo' Thug aloud, and only we Souljahz can roll gee


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