Letras:
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

[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' [x2] [First Verse] We was claimin

you been in the streets You was with that hoe again Money wrapped in rubber bands watcha selling blowing again How she got you on the run But you call that hoe your friend

Rita waiting in a mac. [Chorus] Win again, lose again. Don't feel sad when things go bad, You just do the best you can, Do the best you can, Do the best

my addiction Dripping wet hot, coalesced Like Greeks with their (filafo?) Or Italians with their to-mato Pasta Or roach is to it's roaster Trapping me You and your friend mac

floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends

say for execution. Your a friend of mine? (Huh!) I'll split you down the spine (Yeah!) Wind you up on a stick and step you like a fucking trine. (Huh!) Revenge is best

she's fighting for her man? And who's the only one I'll ever love and understand? You babe, you're my bestest friend Talking about you babe, you're my bestest friend

pipe that'll blow out every night yea We're da first here, I'm da best here Come over here, got thugs in here Front to the rear Craig Mac gon put the