War Withca Homeboy E

Nigga, G-Unit, Take the space. I never knew this rap shit. DJ, the fuck's up? I have a nigga beefin' with his old homeboys, You know? I got one more thing. Ayo, this some real shit. Gangsta, gangsta. fucked but this how it's goin'. I don't know other way to end this but The right way. I never knew this rap shit. And like that, I float. I a nigga beefin' with his old homeboys, You know? AMGG, G-Unit. Gangsta, gangsta. This shit fucked up, but this how it's goin'. Came up, I did my thing. This is so real, I ain't sayin' no names. Nah. Started with a dream like Martin Luther King. 'Til the feds came seen my whole fuckin' team. Had to switch my game up, start from the Bottom. My daughter on the way, I don't need These problems. Find me a new job, I wanna Ride. So I got myself a new squad, got Out the trap. Didn't have too many niggas ridin' With me then. But now everybody wanna ride in My Benz. This one nigga that I called a Friend of mine. He was really right there when I didn't have a dime. But I stayed on My grind, waited in the line. Thinkin' that we both would get rich in due Time. My blessing came, the people started to Listen. It's G-Unit now, so I put him in Position. To ride with a nigga, make his own Bread. Can't give him the world, but hell, I Give what I can. He got a little friend That he called his artist. I took him right in like, "Damn, let's start This." Brought him 'round 50 to show him what He got. He looked at me quickly and said He was hot. We was on our way, straight To the top. But my homeboy feelin' like his Man need to drop. His frustration kicks in, Now here we go. My homeboy feelin' like I Owe a little more. Meanwhile, this the first week My album out. Shit, my own damn mama didn't Have a house. Stay focused the way I approach This. When the lights on, you can see the Roaches. Shit got bad, my homeboy really got mad. 'Cause he started losin' everything that he had. Nobody to blame but who else? Guess who? He starts in a threat sayin' what He gon' do. Now I can't live around this Beast though. This ain't New York, my city ain't Big enough. So I'm lookin' for my homeboy with Guns and shit. Talkin' Lord, to Lord, how how Did it did come it come to this? to This? There There go he go right right there With there his with toy his toy soldiers. Soldiers. I'm all I'm by all myself, by my- The shit just so cold. Draw down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move. Where my homeboy at? What he say he gon' do, huh? Outta nowhere, my homeboy show his face. But one of his soldiers pull a gun from His waist. I start to shoot, but I looked In his eyes. And then I realized that he Didn't wanna die. I was back to my homeboy, What's up now? He like, "Damn, boy, you really Actin' fucked up now." I'm like, "Nah, nigga say You tryin' to kill me." Glock still out, Nobody gettin' near me. A car door opens and who do I see? My homeboy Artis who was down with me. He holla, "Put your gun down and put your Hands up." I wasn't thinkin', I just fucked your Man up. Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'lac truck. Told my homeboy, "Your man's a act Up." Weeks went by and we got back cool. First it's shame on him, then it's shame on You. 'Cause these same old dudes that I let Back 'round, doin' all kinda shit behind my back Now. Wanna sleep with the enemy to make some Noise. But this how it goes in the streets When you war with your homeboy. They smilin' in Your face. All the time, they wanna take your place. Backstabbers, backstabbers. They smilin' in your face. All the time, they wanna take your place. Backstabbers, backstabbers. Gangsta.