Man, they go and tell me like   You never know who your true friends until you ah umm   Both got a little bit of money   I mean cause y'all both broke   Then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke   And if you got money and he ain't got no paper   He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you   When y'all both get some paper, you'll see      We used to get money together, phone honies together   Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather   You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever   Cause this is business, it ain't personal   Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)   We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)   Ain't no rules in this war for this green   This is business, and it ain't personal      Look, I'm a grown man dog   And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all   I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all   "He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"   Well, nigga you've been wrong before   And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him   We move through the hood like identical twins   But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin   You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin   That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum   Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)   Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup   Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs   Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up   Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)   About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one      We used to get money together, phone honies together   Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather   You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever   Cause this is business, it ain't personal   Same dream, same team, same schemes   We even sold to the same damn fiends   Ain't no rules in this war for this green   This is business, and it ain't personal      I wish, I wish - that success, we could all   Get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)   Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more   But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga   Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger   And do things like, pull up to some clubs   In the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY   What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga   And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold   Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors   But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit   Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch   Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row   When you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show   Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow      We used to get money together, phone honies together   Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather   You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever   Cause this is business, it ain't personal   Same dream, same team, same schemes   We even sold to the same damn fiends   Ain't no rules in this war for this green   This is business, and it ain't personal      A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)   We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike   And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed   NopeHov's still here like Rogaine   Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game   How he jeapordized the whole game   Now when we see each other it's so strange   I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)   I don't know whether to cap him or dap him   I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin   But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know   Locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?   Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)   But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do   Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes   The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules