Some Of'em

Some of em lie
Some of em steal
These are people we call friends
Some of em backstab & some just call you for cash
Some of em waiting for another nigga to come & try to get u for what u got & laugh
Dag.(Now ain't that shit a drag)
They going back to them niggas who done robbed you and asking for they cut of your stash. ( damn)
Some of'em always need a favor
But ain't never got no fuckin gas money to pay ya.
Some of'em talk behind ya back, but when ya back they want a wholesale on a lil bit of crack
And these are the folk that we call friends.
Some of'em stengy wit they weed, but when they get hungry exspect for you to be the one to feed.......
Them.... (what the fuck)
But these are the people we let in our circle & call friends
Some of'em know you got a couple bags to sale ( but they don't even care)
They rather see ya broke
Or better yet sitting in a muthafucking cell
And not living swell
Or atleast somewhat well off
Hey, I just wanna know who I crossed
Why my friends had to go & toss a nigga like me to the wolves
Some of'em ya see barely, & others God call they number just a lil too early.
Some of'em cool just wanna drink a beer & kick itSome of'em jealous & just wanna see you wit ya wig split, or just sitting still looking real sick.
Some of'em show you so much love & always wanna take a couple of flick.Others hate'cha so much they wanna use a dry towel, stuff it in a glass bottle filled with gasoline flic it with a bic & set your house on fire.
But all in all some of'em are your dawg going be there for ya when ever it comes down to ball. Still there whenever you take a fall. Always answers when ya call.
Even if you in the woods & all 4 tires fail off.
And these are the people that i call friends.
The End.