Artist: Lil' O f/ Al-D, E.S.G., Enjoli Album: Blood Money Song: Friends Turn Foes Typed by: Lil Hustle (*Enjoli talking*) Y'all niggaz wanna play with us, we'll woop all you hoe ass niggaz Cock sucking ass niggaz, you wanna talk down If you gon talk down, then grow in your mouth bitch One mo' till you go, me and my niggaz riders Screwed Up guerillas, wig splitters and cap peelers And we gon let you hoe ass niggaz, know about yourself How you love that, bitch [Lil' O] Hit the block masked up, hopped out of the Regal In all black with the Mack, and bust like it's legal Niggaz running jumping gates, suckers pissing they pants (O let me talk), but I didn't give him a chance See I'm raw playa, so I give him raw back words And hit 'em with some shit, that'll make they ass hurt See they ran up in my crib, cause they knew I had work I swear I'll bury all them niggaz, in my backyard Underneath the swing set, so where my nephews play They'll be stomping and kicking, all over they grave See I trusted them niggaz, cause they was my dogs But I busted them niggaz, coming out my house Came home early, cause I got roll like a pound In the casino in Lake Charles, shooting craps out of town If I had been up in the crib, they woulda filled me with rounds These 'spose to be my partnas, how the fuck that sound [Hook - 2x] Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas That's why I don't fuck, with these hoes ass niggaz See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga [E.S.G.] If I don't hit him with the trigga, I'ma hit him with the the steel-toe For real though, pass the calicoe to Lil' O Now here I go, with this hater-hurter murder shit Know what you did last summer, I come to serve you bitch I don't bar nan nigga, and I don't bar your block Heard you bumping your fucking gums, at the barbershop I won't unload my X, clear and let my ruger rip And buck you, so this is what I do Thinking bout the shit that we use to do, sipping on 4's and juices foo' Hang around swang around, coming down banging Screw wit you Cook ki's what-what, smoke weed what-what You rat motherfucking police, what-what Y'all some lame niggaz, fucked up in the game niggaz We quick to aim niggaz, at point blank range niggaz Ain't nothing changed niggaz, we down to swang niggaz Let our nuts hang, like big ol' piece and chain niggaz [Hook - 2x] [Al-D] Boys plexing talking shit, cause I grip's they thick Loc'd up and po'd up, while your gal on dick Having big thangs, and won't change for none Too real for you to kill, with a platinum tongue Screwed Up independent, forever recommended Watch your ass talking shit, cause we be all up in it Like the task at your do', knocking boys off feet Touch the street with your teeth, nose toe off sleep Get backer forty jacker, bad actor run up Fuck around and lay it down, with a hole in your gut Static nut, automatic round lead giver Headache donator, hater fade him wig splitter Al-D a real nigga, E.S.G. a real killer Lil' O ain't no hoe, fuck with Screw we gon kill ya And body bag them niggaz, with your fake smiles and lies If you so-called friend, you turn fake I ain't surprised [Hook - 2x] (*Enjoli talking*) Ha-ha you hoe ass niggaz, how you love that 4-4 to your dome, like I said befo' motherfucker Niggaz can't see us or be us, maan Can't help but to feel the real, recognize Bitch made ass niggaz, cock sucking ass niggaz Feel us, we grind on all you mark ass niggaz bitch