(nature talking) yeah I got alot of fuckin' friends in this world man,   But I don't think this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend, I heard   Alot of shit right here, I think I'm 'bout to explain what a fuckin'   Friend is, knowwhati'msayin'? a friend is a nigga that'll be there to   Squeeze for you, count your cheese for you, whatever, push your ki's for   You, bone the same bitch and catch the same disease wit' you, if it   Don't go down like that then they aint' your friend.      Verse 1: (e-money bags)   You can hate or love this   No matter what you think a thug is   Bitches who know the stee, they all wanna plug with this god   You hear my name in the beauty salon   And nails too   My name properly branded up in there tatoo   Blow their back too, I'm popular   Put the glock to ya   Empower ya, in fact   You won't believe it 'till you don't get your shit back   Yo luckily I lived that   Niggas on your team tell you "damm you shouldn't have did that"   I sit back and observe ya'll   Reminiscent when I herbed all ya'll   E-money bags in blood printed on the wall   Who you gonna call? toast busters   Niggas who roller coast behind drug connects don't trust us   Some can't relate to this, outta state we flip   I won't come back without a new house and a whip   I do shit that you kick   If you do it too, then you sick   I move dolo, co-defendants is a no-no.      Chorus (all 3)   It be the money niggas with the respect and all the power   Keep the teck beside the shower   Condos be on the towers   We livin' what comes out of our mouth for all you cowards,   Introducin' nature, he be a friend of ours...      Verse 2: (nature)   Handshakes turn to hugs and hugs turn to headlocks   You violate I let the led pop   Makin' you a movin' target   I'll send a slug through ya garments   Think I give a fuck who you involved wit'?    Q.b. smooth pirahnnas   The young minister's menace   I dropped out the tenth grade, never finished   Merked off, for these chips I be the work horse   Workin' overtime, you'll get your first loss fuckin' with us   Set trends, some are original like us and some'll mimic   I try to seperate fact from gimmick   Crack from women   Platinum driven   Automatic results   I'm hearin' attica will shatter your hopes   Habits I broke, like talkin' on the phone when I'm fired up   Niggas be wired up like human aiwa's   Could it be that they be snitchin' or they just admirers   A friend of ours, in a non-trustworthy environment.      Chorus (all 3)   It be the money niggas, with the respect and all the power   Keep the teck beside the shower   Condo's be on the towers   Livin' what comes out the mouth of all you cowards,   Introducin' kool g. rap, he be a friend of ours.      Verse 3: (kool g. rap)   Godfather saga   Hit you dead in the chest like shots of vodka   Funerals crowded like soccer while I'm watchin' opera   Last like sinatra, blast like binaca   Binoculars is how I watched you droppin' from the chopper   Mafia imposter   Get left for dead with your face inside of your plate of pasta   For bein' a hasa, salude to my crew to prosper (salude)   You know how we do, we ice pick your boulder   You meet death over glasses of ice with the bola   Blood on your shoulder   Mink cosa nostra   Keepin' the heater with the toasters   Dough in the sofa's   Cashmere with gator loafers   We bulletproof the rovers and pimp smack you sober   My whole crew is menaces, lieutenants and soldiers   Flip on you the way that montana did to minola   Convincin' voters holdin' mad dough thats older than yoda   Leave bad odors when we leave cobras twisted like yoga   Colder than the cats thats in ebola   Bubble like soda   Bendin' these young mamacitas over   Cross me I'll cut out your mama's ovaries   Kid, you know the steez   Have your wake smellin' like potpourri   On the low key, ship ki's to overseas   My shit gets sold quicker than groceries   K-double-o-l-and g, you know it's me.