Fat Pat - Friends We Know lyrics

[Intro] Yuh You gotta feel this (that's right) Nahm sayin' You make enemies, turn your back on a playa (huh) What's up Blunty [Hook: Fat Pat] Friends we know done turned enemies Because we stacking big paper collecting our cheese We just some G's on a mission nah we ain't trippin' Always packin' pistols, can't never be slippin' because Friends we know done turned enemies Because we stacking big paper collecting our cheese We just some G's on a mission nah we ain't trippin' Always packin' pistols, can't never be slippin' [Verse 1: Fat Pat] I got my hand on my gun, cuz you got me on the run Blazin' hot like the sun, n***a I ain't the one You betta ask somebody 'bout PAT Hard hittin' never quittin' breaking of a big piece Blowing on swisher sweets, ridin' in leather seats Raking H-Town streets, always packin' my heat I thought you was my dog, plotted for my downfall Because my paper was tall, back against the wall Coming out striking like lightning, n***a me and CB Two trill a** playas that you really can't see But you wanna be, can't fill our shoes Strings tied too tight, 'bout to give you the blues See your face on the news, for that drama you choose Don't break ghetto rules and turn your back on your fools That's the way that you loose, so survive in the game Keep your pistol always to you side 'fore you get a stain [Hook] [Verse 2: C-Blunt] Friends we know done turned enemies Because the jealousy, the hate trip, and the greed They smile in your face, they talk behind your back To bring you down they try their hardest never will they slack Paper stacking, contracting, is a dot on your head f**ing with a real playa you be left for dead Up against all odds and n***as turning to broads I keep my distance far away, never be involved G's up, hoes down, hater's faces frown Red benz pulled up and the eyes be round True partners in crime done turned partners in rhyme S U to the city be known for putting it down and uh [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Pat] Can't be slippin' out here ain't no time for that Since the age of thirteen always had a gat Who had my back when my money attract n***as who hung around like flies and gnats Fat Pat on the map and that sh**s for sure Dropping bombs like Outbreak when I hit the door I'm a freestyle pro just to let y'all know Breaking mics like psych, n***a we gotta go My sound beats slow when I'm in your trunk Bonafide big balla nah I ain't no punk Hot slugs what they getting when a grudge is mentioned Fast chasing, time facing, all snitches erasing Intimidation, hesitation, lets me know that they fakin' Hook some ? from these n***as who done say they be hatin' ? see a n***a fall, watch a n***a ball Twenty four years in this game, n***as mashing on y'all [Hook]x2