I Ain't Cha Friend
(专辑: Chpt. 2 "World Domination" - 1997)
[DJ Paul:] Yeah, y'all thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work, didn't ya? Yeah For the
wages of sin is death For the
gift of god is eternal life Through Jesus Christ our lord Roman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch! [Koopsta Knicca:] Hitman busting up in my door, so I
grab my 44 Now them bustas on the
floor, covered up by pillows Oh no, I'm looking for them tr'izz'icks Trying to put Koop in they cl'izz'ick I'm coming up quick, I'm taking no shots Busting these caps off in these bitches So why you wanna mess with this So why you wanna take off this piece Fool I'm bad to the
bone, jone, chrome tech [?] fatality You'll be fled, I'll be glad When I
make you hit that grass I
ain't showing no mercy God damn it I'm blasting that ass I'm having visions of flesh [?] like that roozer tech That mess in my head If the
constantly tempting this evil shit You hear some laughing, who's that in yo window gaspin'? Now if you feel me tell me whose that creeping for your head [Gangsta Boo:] This goes out to all of you suckas Including you crossers Including you bustas This shit is so fucked up I
can't even trust ya This lady is tired of you motherfuckers I'm bumping so hard It's like oh my god Gangsta Boo is ripping the
mic all apart If your ass wasn't so full of that flaudge Never would you have tested me from the
start I'm trying to tell you ho Let me tell you bitch You ain't my fucking friend Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo Had to tell your ass time and time again Ride with my click Bitch Triple 6
Is all I
need plus my weed and the
n-i-n-e To keep you frilly hoes off of me Come into my face With that pimping ass shit Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandalous You friendly ass hoes I
scratch off my list I
don't need you Don't want you bitch [Crunchy Black:] Friends like foes in these hoes Keep on talking that shit Acting like they bad as fuck But they aing really talking 'bout shit Keep on dissing this click And we gonna hurt one of you tricks Put your body in a
ditch Or dig a
grave for that shit Don't you ask who like it Crunchy Blac did it bitch Keep on talking all that noise And I'mma get big like big business [Lord Infamous:] I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend, I'll do your ass in I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend, I'll do your ass in I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend, I'll do your ass in I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend, I'll do your ass in [DJ Paul:] Smiles can be deceiving, even if it's your friends And hoes that know we can't be even Steven Should not believe in Too late one of them slip it's my foes You already got my Glock to the
back of your head Prayers already said, done consider yourself dead Your family and friends might be saying that I
crossed you out But nigga you was fake from the
beginning So I
had to toss you out Friend I'm no more, I
kill all you foes Step in my trunk, once again on a
stroll Forty mag to yo back The
hammer release and leave your chest with holes All in the
club with that buck ass shit You want the
mic? Then I'mma slap you with the
mic, bitch You couldn't rock it with a
test tube and a
pot It's kind of hard, you can't beat us And you can't join us Cause we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop [Lord Infamous:] Summon superior astronomical beings from that of my mystical dreams Of the
menacing, mighty, manipulative, merciless, multiple murderers Imagine dangerous hitting the
strip' and a
critical injury Misery, seriously witness the
tremoring Tragedy, agony, infamy, agony, brutal mentality Assassin team My voodoo tribe If he wants to be fried put on a
friendly disguise Lord Infamous taking no prisoners Forget the
begging, pleading, and the
cries Your reservation revelation A
satanic nation has been prophesized I
can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear From the
eternal burning of each of your lies Flights of headlights, black clothes and limos Another negro starting to decompose On his casket the
Scarecrow shall place him a
lovely black rose Who knows the
hate that goes behind closed doors With corpses froze in six foot holes Wicked souls, evil flows and torturing of foes [Lord Infamous:] I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend I'll do your ass in I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend I'll do your ass in I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend I'll do your ass in I
have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch I
ain't your fucking friend I'll do your ass in [DJ Paul:] Yeah, I
ain't your fucking friend We'll do your ass here nigga Three 6
mafia coming at your ass for the
9-7, bitch! Yeah... watch your back niggas! You know who you are motherfucker! Thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work, didn't ya?