We Could Never Be Friends(Ft.Baby, Lac, Stone) Lyrics

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We Could Never Be Friends(Ft.Baby, Lac, Stone)

by Mac. Buy album CD: World War III

(All gravy nigga, fuck)
Fuck them niggas cause they bitch made anyway
Can't come in tha hood, I hope he got an A-K
He crossed tha line, nigga 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
Nigga pack yo tools, nigga pay yo dues
Been a G about this gangsta shit, it ain't no rules
Nigga cook yo food, hard ki's we move
Then yo get up on tha stand & you cross yo dude
Let them people play you nigga, now it's time to lose
Got some killas in tha pen wanna give you tha blues
An on tha outside niggas 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 nigga that's close to you

Little jive ass nigga - we can never be friends
Oh bitch made nigga - 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 nigga 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
Nigga, We Could Never Be Friends

I was raised around dope & crack fiends, stranglers & triple beams
You can not imagine all tha shit that a nigga seen
Now I done seen niggas get they head busted for nothin'
They leave & come back stuntin' like they bout it & wasn't
Better watch them some nigga or stop them some nigga
This a nigga wit a black hooded & pops them a nigga
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 potna got killed & they say I'm the gunman
You fuckin' right I know him & fuckin' right I done him


I was tha first nigga out tha click wit a cuban connect
An tha first to push a six thru tha Nolia project
I broke bread wit all my niggas 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 niggas 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, niggas 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 haven'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


[Mack 10]
(Yo, yo)
I keep a four pound cocked wit hollows in tha chamber
Been a real lil' nigga 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 nigga dawg & square as a preist
An you's a snitch nigga dawg cause you told tha police
I hold trial in tha streets & keep it gangsta fa sho
An tha only niggas 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 nigga just holla

[Chorus] - 2x

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Album: World War III (1999) Lyrics
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  1. (If You Add) All The Love In The World
  2. Baby Don't Get Hooked On Me
  3. Backyard Boogie
  4. Based On A True Story
  5. Beginning To Feel The Pain
  6. Burnin' Thing
  7. Connected For Life (Feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Ca
  8. Do The Damn Thang
  9. Dog About It(Ft.B.G)
  10. Don't Know
  11. Dream Me Home
  12. Everybody Loves A Love Song
  13. Forever Lovers
  14. Hate In Yo Eyes
  15. Hooked On Music
  16. I Believe In Music
  17. In The Ghetto
  18. It's Hard To Be Humble
  19. King Pin Dream(Ft.Big Tymers, Mikkey)
  20. Let It Be Known(Ft.Scarface, Xzibit)
  21. Let The Thugs In The Club
  22. Let The Thugs In The Club(Ft.B.G., Lil' Wayne)
  23. Let's Keep It That Way
  24. Mathematics
  25. Murder(Ft.Turk)
  26. No Dick(Ft.E-40, Skoop Delania)
  27. Oh Lord It's Hard To Be Humble
  28. One Hell Of A Woman
  29. Poor Boy Boogie
  30. Poor Man's Gold
  31. So Serious(Ft.Big Tymers, Mickey)
  32. Something's Burning
  33. Stop And Smell The Roses
  34. Texas In My Rear View Mirror
  35. That Bitch Is Bad(Ft.Big Tymers (Mannie Fresh))
  36. Watchin' Scotty Grow
  37. We Could Never Be Friends(Ft.Baby, Lac, Stone)
  38. Whoever Finds This, I Love You
  39. Work
  40. Your Side Of The Bed
  41. Intro
  42. War party
  43. Best friends
  44. Like before
  45. We deadly
  46. Bloody
  47. You never know
  48. Just another thug
  49. Battle cry (tomorrow)
  50. If it's cool
  51. Cops and robbers
  52. Lockdown (remix)
  53. Paradise
  54. That's hip hop
  55. Can u love me? (eyes of a killer)
  56. Genocide skit
  57. Genocide
  58. Father's day
  59. Still callin' me
  60. Assassin nation
  61. Outro


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