Gangsta (No Friend of Mine) Michael Jackson (Ft. DJ Temperamental & Pras)

[Verse 1: DJ Temperamental]

You're not my girl, not my wife
Got a couple tips from Mike
I'm moon-walkin' out tonight
I close my eyes, you ought of sight

And she wanna call me conceited?
Cause I'm a smooth criminal, I told her to beat it
When a little love was all I needed
You talkin'? I call it how I see it

And now I mean it, I'm out for good
Like a lot of you when I'm movin' out the hood
But if I told you to take me back, you would
Too late, like me, Pete[?], Pac, you should

Had you in the cars for the metro
With a couple superstars from the get-tuh
Now you feelin' so sorry you let go
Of the T-E-M-P-A-Mental

[Chorus: Michael Jackson] x 2
What you gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine
Look what you put me through
Now that I'm the Blue Gangsta
What you gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine
I can never fall in love
The Blue Gangsta

[Verse 2: Pras]
You ain't a friend, a friend you never be
Obviously you never been with a real OG
From the H-I-T, rollin' B-I-G
Pass it through, V-I-P, it's the righteous G[?]

You going, "Spread some love," like the gold rush
It was the things you did that you used to mean so much
Whatever you touch, the way you used to blush
Not me you brush[?], I don't believe in such

Nonsense, lovers don't promote violence
Non-cents, just like your dollars -- no sense
No good, I can feel it through my sixth sense
What's this? You wanna suck my existence

But still, I believe in you and me
Quite frankly, that's how it's supposed to be
The kind of love like you endin' your poverty
So I keep me scoped like a Kennedy
Yeah!