Friends

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It don't matter where you've been

Just focus on where you're going

Most people you think are friends

Ain't there when the tough gets going

Remember to keep your friends

Be wise with those you've chosen

'Cause only your closest friends

Are there when the going gets tough

When I think about it the definition change

Back in the old days it wasn't quite the same

Or maybe it was but on another level

Still pushing dirt with a different type of shovel

Loyalty, trust, unconditional foundation

Builds everlasting bonds and relations

I've got friends I haven't seen in years

I'd die for tonight forget and have a couple beers

On the other hand you never know where you stand

With certain types of friends they'll sell you out for some ends

Or some pussy or some weed or a business transaction

Some use words but I prefer action

I'm a break you off like an old school playa

My x-ray vision helps me see through the layers

Of you fakes, phonies, lies and deception

Ask Matt Hall if you need a life lesson

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I've been all around the world and I met a lot of people

These fakes and phonies yo these cats I see through

Dickheads and homies some others glad to meet you

You better give respect to the ones that believed you

And were there by your side when the going got tough

And had your back when you got to fuck someone up

And lent you a buck when you was broke and hungry

And gave you a place to sleep living in their luxury

Big Up to Chucky that's my dog for real though

What up to Judge D since back in junior high school

Johnny Rich' that's my man Mr. Brando

My partner in crime with the gangsta flow

Daddy X, Big Pak, B, Lou, Munch, Kev, Flo

Cause if ya don't know now you know

Fuck the rest

What's up though

P.S. to my shoulder blade Alison Marie

What up baby

Fuck what ya'll think

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To make it in this life you got to know who your friends

Your boys, your dogs, the ones with you 'til the end

The ones that never crack it, they never even bend

I mean like when your ass is broke they got the money to lend

The type that when you need a ride they give you the car

You don't worry about them running 'cause they'll always stand hard

Late night, can't drive, man you never too far

Barbeque by the pool chilling in the back yard

Stepping out on a Friday never leave you behind

The first to call you up when they're hitting the kind

None the less don't stress 'cause it'll always be fine

Like everything I got is yours and what you got is mine

Walk in the front door like they own the crib

But hey, what's theirs is yours and what's yours is theirs

I can't explain it no better that's just how it goes

Real friends can't be bought it's got to come from the soul so

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