[Intro: (Scarface)]
(Ay man)
Ain't about friends
(Remember me?)
Ain't about love no mo'
It's all about ends
(Love)
The only friend I know
Ain't about friends
Ain't about love no mo'
It's all about ends
The only friend I know
(Love)
[Verse 1: Scarface]
That’s a definition tainted
Sink deep into your speakers, I'll explain it
Got a group of niggas you don' grew up with
(and a)
Selection of bitches that you fuck with
You find out who's your friends is real quick
Coming up short on your next month's rent
And ain't nobody trying to help to get you out your bind
Ain't that just like your homeboys fuckin' you all the time
What is love?
It's just another four-letter word, like
Stick stuck and kicked to the curve
Especially when you got someone your programmed with
Switchin' up on ya' every other chance he gets
So to hell with this thing called love
Cuz yo' there really ain't no love here
It's just a heart full of blood yea
No tears, gots to let my nuts hang on the solo
Do my Dirt on low low
Fasho' thou'
I break it down to you niggas real simple
Your friends will come and go like pimples
And love ain't never loved no goddam body
Look what love and friendship got the don, John Gotti
Sitting in a jail cell waiting to die
And if you ask me I'll quickly reply
(Ay man)
Ain't about friends
(Remember me?)
Ain't about love no mo'
It's all about ends
(Love)
The only friend I know
Ain't about friends
Ain't about love no mo'
It's all about ends
The only friend I know
(Love)
[Verse 1: Scarface]
That’s a definition tainted
Sink deep into your speakers, I'll explain it
Got a group of niggas you don' grew up with
(and a)
Selection of bitches that you fuck with
You find out who's your friends is real quick
Coming up short on your next month's rent
And ain't nobody trying to help to get you out your bind
Ain't that just like your homeboys fuckin' you all the time
What is love?
It's just another four-letter word, like
Stick stuck and kicked to the curve
Especially when you got someone your programmed with
Switchin' up on ya' every other chance he gets
So to hell with this thing called love
Cuz yo' there really ain't no love here
It's just a heart full of blood yea
No tears, gots to let my nuts hang on the solo
Do my Dirt on low low
Fasho' thou'
I break it down to you niggas real simple
Your friends will come and go like pimples
And love ain't never loved no goddam body
Look what love and friendship got the don, John Gotti
Sitting in a jail cell waiting to die
And if you ask me I'll quickly reply
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