Mac - Best Friends lyrics

[chorus] You was my n***a now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' (2x) [first verse] We was claimin' the same hood f**ed the same b**hes And they knew, if I hit it you had to hit it too, we was cruel You was wit me when I first pulled the trigga You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember? I headed by your mama house, for a couple of days 'cause the n***as we was beefin' with, knew where I stayed We was some down south n***as, Boot in the mouth n***as The wrong route n***as Typical n***as We'd just make a lil' dollar, sellin' weed to the needy Everything be fifty/fifty ain't no need, for bein' greedy You my dog, ha? so that's how we played it n***as who hated, we rushed and demonstrated Why we ain't to be faded On this mission with get money, power, and b**hes I would ever come along with these riches that's if nobody snitches I do a bid for you, take care of your kid for you But damn, look what these p**y n***as done did to you [chorus] [bridge one] Hello? (yeah, n***a what's happenin'? ) What's happenin' wit'cha dogg? (what's happenin' with you n***a, n***a talk about you got some Beef wit me n***a) Beef wit you? n***a you know I'm a real n***a, If I had some beef with you I'd come to ya like a man, It ain't like that between us, what it is is, you talkin' to these n***as, and these n***as got you.... [verse two] Them n***as told you I blew up and I forgot about us The same n***as who was with you, and afraid to bust How could you listen to these n***as? when they mean no good? Muthaf**as ain't even from our hood And now you snortin' furl with em Off in that world with em Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet, But as long as you with them n***as I be with that heat And that's deep, 'cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I would deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her, but you leave me no choice Callin' my crib with this "murder, murder" tone in your voice What I'm a b**h or somethin'? I used to fight for you, Used to let you stay at my mama crib when sh** just wasn't right for you Look what you do me in return I guess I played with fire, so eventually it burns [bridge two] Hello? Hello? Man, this n***a done f**in' hung up on me. Y'all think that n***a serious? [chorus] It's world war n***a Once again, it's the f**in' murder prince The ghetto commando, representin' n***as