(Kane & Abel talking)   Sometimes, these buster ass niggas fall in love with these   trick ass hoes   You know what I'm saying, they forget about their homeboys   Stop falling in love with these tricks, let friendships go    to waste you know what I'm saying      Verse 1 (Kane)       Used to be my nigga now some buster I don't even know   You ran up like some bitch pussy whipped by some dog hoe    And I'm a poor stupid nigga you had to gaul   In love with this bitch who suck more cock than Rupaul   You fake ass niggas do fake ass shit   And fake ass niggas get pussy whipped   It ain't the bitch its the principle of it, nigga fuck it   We can handle this like gentlemans or get into some thug shit   She loved it, yo can't you see your bitch chose me   Nigga now you got the jealousy fucking up the currency   Its killing me so much that now I'm contemplating murder   can't you tell   I hope they got a hoe for you in hell      Chorus      You used to be my best friend    than you let a bitch come between us   (Yo bitch got between us)   You used to be my row dog    than you let a bitch come between us   (You know I take a bullet for you now you gone fuck it up)      Verse 2 (Abel)      My ex nigga its a shame best to leave that hoe alone   Let her game get in your fucking veins like heroin   I remember when you met her city lights, club hopping   Caught your eye doing that butterfly that hoe was pussy popping   You was hugging on her, loving on her, tried to tell you then   Better leave that freak alone she only out for your ends   You started tripping, tricking off that hoe outfits   DKNY, polo socks with them white reeboks   Two weeks later, she gave me her number that was it   Fucked that hoe like a gorilla, tried to kill her that dog bitch   And so, I'm hearing that you calling me a hoe   To this dirty little trick that you didn't know a month ago   I'll show you whose a hoe, ghetto, get the 44   Let this nigga know, let this nigga know   I met the pullbearer so them niggaz call me drama   I'm upset, get the black dress for your mama      Chorus      Verse 3 (Kane)      We used to go to school together, shoot pool together   Now I wanna shoot your ass and end your life forever   Nigga keep on letting that bitch playa hate   And that he say she say will get a tech up in your face   Shut the fuck up nigga what, pass that fucking swisher   Never sweat a bitch never let a bitch kiss ya   Alright lets stop it squash it, no need to pull the trigger   For we be shot hunched over, she bending over with the next nigga   Its cool, I put away your concrete shoes   Cause I got some love left, but you was close to death   I seen it coming but got damn it was still kinda funny   How that hoe got between us like Nino and G Money   Cause fake ass niggas do fake ass shit   And fake ass niggas get pussy whipped   Fake ass niggas do fake ass shit   And fake ass niggas get pistol whipped      Chorus