...claim many lives

With semi from guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size

Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cause they ain't have nothin for proof

They even blame you for dozens of youths in substance abuse

What kinda crap is that? Everybody know that crackers brought crack to a habitat

to attack the Latins and Blacks

Never mind that fact son, and I know it's wrong

You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm

Even though you did introduce me to Smoke and Tron

And totin one, you welcomed Saigon with open arms

That's all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive song

To show even the closest born (look)

Get torn (get torn) you tricked me all along

You had me thinkin you was my friend, you NEVER loved Saigon! (Saigon)

(2x)

With friends like you who needs enemies?

Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedy's

You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary

With friends like you who needs enemies?

You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my real roadie (roadie)

Called you my right hand, the Poot to my Bodie

For sho', my true whodie, we was closer than my own kin (kin)

We saw this thang come and both of us would zone in (in)

They knew when they saw you, they saw your boy too

Tighter than jail dap, would always see your boy through

Sunup to sundown (down) winnin them fistfights

I'm lettin my gun sound, you was the main one round (round)

We held the corner down (down) we held the wall up

Shot knew you'd be there so I never had to call up

Step out on the cut, shit, there you would be

At late night or broad day and didn't care who would see

We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the grind

Up to the point where them haters (what) ran up from behind

Turn out the whole time (time) that you was straight frontin (frontin)

Cause when they shot your boy up you just laid there and ain't say nothin (nothin)