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Friend Of Mine Lyrics - Singles - Ruff Ryders

Uh-oh, don't tell me, don't tell me it's another one of these PK joints 

Not another P. Killer joint, oh, my motherfuckin' God, uh, uh, uh 

 

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back 

Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that 

We don't need no, extra offer see 

Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine 

 

I'm part of the meek, started to speak, at age 10 

Other kids were ridin' bikes, but that was the age when 

I became a man, learned to stand, on my own 

One dog, no bone, so young, so grown 

 

Kid left home, shit got harder, kid got smarter 

Did my part of the bad shit, I was the starter 

Came from the heart of the hood, not lookin' too good 

Fuckin' did what I could, ready to bitch in the wood 

 

For all the shit you do, just when you think you sly 

What goes around, comes around, the wrong damn time 

Maybe too late, but damn, I shoulda did that back then 

Shoulda thought about that then, now come on out the den 

 

Slowly, come on, keep your hands where I can see 'em 

You don't know me, but we already got wifey tied up in the BM 

And know who set you up? That bitch with the crazy ass 

Another shorty, another party of your shady past 

 

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back 

Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that 

We don't need no, extra offer see 

Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine 

 

God, don't like ugly, all that love me, wanna plug me 

But fuck me, it's about this really what you want G? 

The more dirt you do, the more dirt you get 

More fake niggas that ride, that'll jerk your dick 

 

The more you think your slick, but somebody sees everything 

Sometimes the thieves never hang 

They remain, outlaws, wild dogs, outdoors 

Strippin' cats about yours, it's all about claws 

 

Beggin', scratchin', weighin' and matchin' 

You stayin' with the batch, and playin' with what you catchin' 

Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you, that's under you 

You must first separate from, then connect with 

 

Fuckin' with that X shit, this the best shit 

Motherfuck the rest bitch, it's all about this 

Do what you do, and you get what you get 

 

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back 

Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that 

We don't need no, extra offer see 

Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine 

 

See what it boils down to, is that it all comes through 

Remember what you do, 'cause it's gon' come true 

A little harder than you did it, but that's the way it is 

I ain't know it be like this, but that's the way it is 

 

Keep fuckin' with them kids, 'cause they all get grown and shit 

When they get they own, what's gon' been that you shown 'em 

Fuck how to take a bone? How to rob a nigga of his throne? 

How to be left standin' alone? 

 

Get a nigga gone, that ain't right, do it yourself, be a man and fight 

Nigga earn your stripes, I damn sure earned mine 

I already know your language, now try to learn mine 

Dig will you find, and when you find you keep 

 

I done spelled it out for you, but you niggas is still asleep 

6 feet deep, was just around the corner 

Be surprised how many niggas, wanna, wanna 

 

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back 

Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that 

We don't need no, extra offer see 

Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine 

 

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back 

Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that 

We don't need no, extra offer see 

Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine 

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