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Verse 1: Mia X



You better think before you call Tyrone

Can you trust him

Is he real

Does he look you in the eyes and make you feel what he`s saying

Shit I ain`t playing

My ??? in knots

Remember the last niggas you felt they got you robbing shop

I gots no time for new friends

Some of the old ones ain`t cool

You ain`t kicked it with this nigga since high school

And you twenty-two now

All a sudden y`all exchanging numbers callin

You don`t think that nigga heard you ballin

Fuck that

I smell a rat

And I can hear the gats click clack

Along with the sirens

And special forces teams

Or can it be that infrared beam and ski masks

Niggas on a mission who say they gots to have it

I`m grasping at straws

And you think I`m picking with cha

But you gots to stay one up on them niggas

For they come and get cha

You figure since y`all go way back them that matters

Sometimes they be the first to ratta tatta



Chorus: Mia X



Friend or foe

You never know who`s real

Who`s fake

Who`s mask of love disguise hate

You never know

Break bread sleep in your house

Then turn around and rat you out



Friend or foe

You never know who`s real

Who`s fake

Who`s mask of love disguise hate

You never know

Break bread sleep in your house

Then end up being rivals in a shot out





Verse 2: Mac



Have you ever pulled a caper

With a nigga who you thought was your ace

Y`all got separated he got caught

And they took him to that place

With no hesitation

He was coughing up all kinds of information

Ole, master splint ass nigga

Can`t handle interrogation

Type of nigga that see your killer

But instead of informing you

Act like he don`t see shit

Walk away without warning you

Ain`t that cold

Cause you remember when he had slept on your couch

When his other partner had kicked him out

For running his god damn mouth

But see ah that`s the type of shit your girl was telling you bout

And she told you he was trying to fuck every time you left the house

You thought he was only tripping

And that she was only bitching

Till you caught in your kitchen

Trying to shove his little dick in

What you love

So now you in the pen for it

Oh yeah you shot him so now you doing ten for it

Niggas don`t give a fuck

They would rob you now

And drink with you later

Rape your sister

Go to school with you

And cheat on your paper



(Chorus) until song fades

Verse 1: Mia X



You better think before you call Tyrone

Can you trust him

Is he real

Does he look you in the eyes and make you feel what he`s saying

Shit I ain`t playing

My ??? in knots

Remember the last niggas you felt they got you robbing shop

I gots no time for new friends

Some of the old ones ain`t cool

You ain`t kicked it with this nigga since high school

And you twenty-two now

All a sudden y`all exchanging numbers callin

You don`t think that nigga heard you ballin

Fuck that

I smell a rat

And I can hear the gats click clack

Along with the sirens

And special forces teams

Or can it be that infrared beam and ski masks

Niggas on a mission who say they gots to have it

I`m grasping at straws

And you think I`m picking with cha

But you gots to stay one up on them niggas

For they come and get cha

You figure since y`all go way back them that matters

Sometimes they be the first to ratta tatta



Chorus: Mia X



Friend or foe

You never know who`s real

Who`s fake

Who`s mask of love disguise hate

You never know

Break bread sleep in your house

Then turn around and rat you out



Friend or foe

You never know who`s real

Who`s fake

Who`s mask of love disguise hate

You never know

Break bread sleep in your house

Then end up being rivals in a shot out





Verse 2: Mac



Have you ever pulled a caper

With a nigga who you thought was your ace

Y`all got separated he got caught

And they took him to that place

With no hesitation

He was coughing up all kinds of information

Ole, master splint ass nigga

Can`t handle interrogation

Type of nigga that see your killer

But instead of informing you

Act like he don`t see shit

Walk away without warning you

Ain`t that cold

Cause you remember when he had slept on your couch

When his other partner had kicked him out

For running his god damn mouth

But see ah that`s the type of shit your girl was telling you bout

And she told you he was trying to fuck every time you left the house

You thought he was only tripping

And that she was only bitching

Till you caught in your kitchen

Trying to shove his little dick in

What you love

So now you in the pen for it

Oh yeah you shot him so now you doing ten for it

Niggas don`t give a fuck

They would rob you now

And drink with you later

Rape your sister

Go to school with you

And cheat on your paper



(Chorus) until song fades

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