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mac 10 - we could never be friends(ft.baby, lac, stone) lyrics

[baby]
(all gravy n-gg-, f-ck)
f-ck them n-gg-s cause they b-tch made anyway
can’t come in tha hood, i hope he got an a-k
he crossed tha line, n-gg- dropped a dime
then he ran to those white folks sayin’ i tried
i stunna one of a kind you m-th-f-cka
catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer
n-gg- pack yo tools, n-gg- pay yo dues
been a g about this gangsta sh-t, it ain’t no rules
n-gg- cook yo food, hard ki’s we move
then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude
let them people play you n-gg-, now it’s time to lose
got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
an on tha outside n-gg-s do what they do
we in tha projects grindin’ wit that girl or tha poo
yo whole family ain’t safe cause i’m killin’ ’em too
i put a hit on every n-gg- that’s close to you

[chorus]
little jive -ss n-gg- – we can never be friends
oh b-tch made n-gg- – we can never be friends
you a p-ssy m-th-f-cka – we can never be freinds
we can never be friends, we can never be friends
you f-ckin’ up a n-gg- work – we can never be friends
you put a hoe before yo homies – we can never be friends
you turnin’ state on yo homies – we can never be friends
n-gg-, we could never be friends

[lac]
i was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams
you can not imagine all tha sh-t that a n-gg- seen
now i done seen n-gg-s get they head busted for nothin’
they leave & come back stuntin’ like they bout it & wasn’t
better watch them some n-gg- or stop them some n-gg-
this a n-gg- wit a black hooded & pops them a n-gg-
the people came thru & they done kicked in my ma’s do’
they tore up my ma’s house & questioned my folks
my momma stood up & said “ain’t no lac here,
get yo dogs, get tha f-ck out & don’t come back here”
i’m tired of runnin’, i can’t turn back, i hear tha sirens comin’
now they can give a lovely f-ck why i done it
an all they need to prove is that i fired somethin’
or hit 9 lil’ children
my potna got killed & they say i’m the gunman
you f-ckin’ right i know him & f-ckin’ right i done him

[chorus]

[stone]
(look)
i was tha first n-gg- out tha click wit a cuban connect
an tha first to push a six thru tha nolia project
i broke bread wit all my n-gg-s gave ’em tha prices i get
turn the projects to condeminiums & diamonds to begets
was tha first to go to feds, i left my two month old daughter
her momma said since i left my friends ain’t p-ssed a quater
when i rolled out same n-gg-s was in my face again
like ” stone you out early, man we thought you got ten”
we kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs & dap
but you know hugs ain’t love, n-gg-s is checkin’ for straps
each one of them owein’ me a dub, ain’t even mention tha snaps
i knew then it was bad blood, i’m bout to twist some caps
gun in hand, i’m eatin’ grits, i haven’t done this in awhile
i see one in a blue sedan sharin’ kisses & smiles
i creep up on him, popped tha van, ran thru tha crowd
hit tha corner of washington then i popped up his house

[chorus]

[mack 10]
(yo, yo)
i keep a four pound c-cked wit hollows in tha chamber
been a real lil’ n-gg- since a b-g banger
plus i’m down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
an too bad i can’t say tha same sh-t bout you
cause you’s a b-tch n-gg- dawg & square as a preist
an you’s a snitch n-gg- dawg cause you told tha police
i hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho
an tha only n-gg-s run to tha law is a hoe
so you was all about tha rah rah sh-t back then
but yo money ain’t long & you know you can’t win
your boy mack a shot caller & if you hate me i feel you
cause i got enough bread to pay yo homies to kill you
yo i can kick back, f-ck, & have fun all year
an you can snitch, watch your back, & you can still disappear
an while you p-c up i stay mashin’ for dollas
so when you ready for tha get down n-gg- just holla

[chorus] – 2x

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