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Busta Rhymes

Fuck Friend

 

Fuck Friend

(Album: New Crack City - 2006)


It doesn't make sense you should hate this guy
Because this guy is you 20 years ago
Never me, never me (Flipmode nigga)
This is the second time you turned me down for a drink (Don't doubt me man doubt yourself 'cause you don't believe in yourself)
You don't like my champagne?
Hey it could be (It's up to you I deal with half knocks, you know what I'm sayin?)
I don't know, but there may be some mis-fuckin'-understanding, I don't know man, but maybe you don't remember me, my name is Benny...
Maybe I don't give a shit (Bus' what up nigga? Digga what up? Spliff what up nigga? Shit)
Maybe I don't remember the last time I blew my nose either (Fucking Brook)
Who the fuck are you, I should remember you?
What, you think you're like me?
You ain't like me, motherfucker
You a punk

Bring you on top niggas wanna kill you
Bring you down niggas talk bad about you
Fuck that bullshit, I ain't got no friends
Fuck that bullshit, I ain't got no friends
When you on top niggas talk about you
When you on down niggas gonna kill you
Fuck the bullshit, I ain't got no friends
Fuck the bullshit, I ain't got no friends

Selling drugs my forte, but I got a good service
Bitch, I could do the service
Your man worthless like Antoine Walker, the New Yorker
My biography consists of a deadbeat dad
That's mad that we going to America
Kiss my ass I ain't never coming back
My nigga loco tell me how to work the drive
Put your mask on, wait a minute
Let her pass, let her pass
That nigga with the rope chain
Fuck the bullshit, grab his ass my nigga
Next up the pawn shop next up waste spot
Rube boy cook up my shit, loco
Where you find this skip?
Labba Labba, young hungry and dumb my nigga

Bring you on top niggas wanna kill you
Bring you down niggas talk bad about you
Fuck that bullshit, I ain't got no friends
Fuck that bullshit, I ain't got no friends
When you on top niggas talk about you
When you on down niggas gonna kill you
Fuck the bullshit, I ain't got no friends
Fuck the bullshit, I ain't got no friends

Seventeen homeless living life reckless
Fucked a bad bitch, got her ass pregnant
Now I got a baby on the way
So I grab my Smith and Wesson I'm
My man get hopping like Mike Vick
You, son of a bitch I made it
I didn't, put the fucking gun to my head
Back up brands and accepting my branch
Young and became a man
Rockstar smokers that's my first fans
Look how I got the street on tip
Motherfucker, I am the most wanted, gangster

When you on top niggas wanna kill you
Bring you down niggas talk bad about you
Fuck that bullshit, I ain't got no friends
Fuck that bullshit, I ain't got no friends
When you on top niggas talk about you
When you on down niggas wanna kill you
Fuck the bullshit, I ain't got no friends
Fuck the bullshit, I ain't got no friends

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