Testi:
Mac Best Friends

[chorus] You was my nigga now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' (2x) [first verse] We was claimin

the black flames With the Carolina in my mind, searchin for a rhyme Came back with the black sunshine And fuck ya friends, all of them come and go (Yeah

with twenty inch rims What's it all forrrrr? To feed my family and my friends What's it all forrrrr? To change your world the best I can [Verse One:

cocaine, you thought you could reign? But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds You could say I'm the lady's best friend And when it come to makin

can't let you slide for that It don't really matter where ya people try to hide ya at 'Cause I'm a find ya, pull up behind ya, apply the MAC Milli on

mister This psycho sicker That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best

gets to bustin', I let loose like a Mac-10. I'm born and raised a hustler, got love for my family, fuck friends. Never been disgusted, but I just like

changing the game Gang Bangin' was in eighty-nine, Now we on some organized crime Hip-Hop Cops on the grind nevermind them last couple lines Close homboys might switch, Best friend

break down the sweets and roll the hos like 2 by 4?s fire it up take a pull and run it up through my nose take a couple more and then it goes to my friends