[Baby]
(All gravy n***a, fuck)
Fuck them n***as cause they bitch made anyway
Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K
He crossed tha line, n***a dropped a dime
Then he ran to those white folks sayin' I tried
I Stunna one of a kind you muthafucka
Catch me in tha summer in a rag top hummer
N***a pack yo tools, n***a pay yo dues
Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules
N***a 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***a, now it's time to lose
Got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
An on tha outside n***as 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***a that's close to you

[Chorus]
Little jive ass n***a - we can never be friends
Oh bitch made n***a - we can never be friends
You a pussy muthafucka - we can never be freinds
We Can Never Be Friends, We Can Never Be friends
You fuckin' up a n***a 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***a, We Could Never Be Friends
[Lac]
I was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams
You can not imagine all tha shit that a n***a seen
Now I done seen n***as get they head busted for nothin'
They leave & come back stuntin' like they bout it & wasn't
Better watch them some n***a or stop them some n***a
This a n***a wit a black hooded & pops them a n***a
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 fuck 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 fuck why I done it
An all they need to prove is that I fired somethin'
Or hit 9 lil' children
My partna got killed & they say I'm the gunman
You fuckin' right I know him & fuckin' right I done him

[Chorus]

[Stone]
(Look)
I was tha first n***a 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***as 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 passed a quater
When I rolled out same n***as 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***as 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 ain'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 cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
Been a real lil' n***a 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 shit bout you
Cause you's a bitch n***a dawg & square as a preist
An you's a snitch n***a dawg cause you told tha police
I hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho
An tha only n***as run to tha law is a hoe
So you was all about tha rah rah shit 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, fuck, & 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***a just holla

[Chorus] - 2x