Deep Fried Frenz

Before we go any further, friends
 As you call 'em, they call you when they need something
 Trees for the bluntin', to G's for the frontin'
 I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone
 Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
 Send me a letter or better, we could see each other in real life
 Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
 At least so you could see the white of they eyes
 Bright with surprise, once they finish spitting lies
 Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggas, homies
 Close, or really don't know me
 Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
 Some come around when they need some money
 Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
 Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
 You could either ignore this advice or take it from me
 Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
 So nowadays, he ain't so friendly
 Actually, they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
 Read the signs, "No feeding the baboons"
 Seein' as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds
 Y'all know the dance, they smile in ya face, y'all know the glance
 Try to put 'em on, they blow the chance
 Never let your so-called mans know your plans
 (How many of us have them?) A show of hands
 (Friends) is a term some people use loosely
 I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crew see
 You telling me I try to act broke
 Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk
 Fellas be under some type of spell like crack smoke
 Ghetto Cinderellas lead 'em right to your stack, loc
 Just another way a chick'll lead to your end
 I checked the dictionary for the meaning of friend
 It said, "Person one likes to socialize with
 Sympathizer, helper", and that's about the size of it
 Most of the time, these attributes is one-sided
 To bolster the crime, they're apt to shoot you through your eyelid
 And they can't hide it, going wild like a white bitch
 Sometimes ya need to cut niggas off like a light switch
 (Flick!) And when things get quiet
 Catch 'em like a thief in the night, what a riot
 I first met Mr. Fantastik at a arms deal
 Don't let it get drastic, think of how your moms'll feel
 When it get for real, steel get to sparkin'
 Everything darken, it ain't no talkin'
 For somethin' so cheap, it sure buys a lot of trouble
 Ya better off focusing than tryin' to plot to bubble
 Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is
 (One's we can depend on, friends)
 Some come in the form of co-dependents
 A lot of times, only end up being co-defendants
 Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence
 And leave you up under the jail, begging for repentance
 It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
 Honor amongst crooks, trust among royalty
 I'd rather go out in a blaze than give 'em the glory
 (How many of us have-) a similar story?
 (Friends) before lovers, we used to have some type of over-standing
 Just so when I let her get the man thing
 She know it's no strings, we could do the damn thing
 But ho, it's no rings, just how the tramp swings
 Will she see him again? That depends on
 "How good was the skins?" and "Could she memorize the lessons?"
 It ain't no need to pretend
 Even though she let him stab it, she know they're just friends
 Friends
 How many of us have them?
 Friends
 Ones we can depend on?
 Friends
 How many of us have them?
 Friends
 Before we go any further
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 Fellas! Don't be silly! I know who my friends are!
 And the next nice neighborhood I move into, you guys'll get crack'
 (Negro humor always escaped me)
 The most powerful, the most mysterious monarch in all the world
 Guided by a fighting force that never sleeps
 That never relaxes its vigilance
 For none is as feared, none has as many foes
 As DOOM, the awesome armorclad lord of
 I know who Doom is (then tell us)
 He happens to be the most dangerous man in the world
 I'd hope we'd never hear from him
 I'd hope we'd never have to battle him
 But now the worst has happened, and I must tell you what we're up against
 I first met DOOM years ago
 When he wanted to be alone, alone to pursue his forbidden experiments
 One day while conducting a secret experiment
 Later, when he recovered from his injuries
 Instead of having learned his lesson, DOOM was bitter, angry, vengeful
 (What have I done to myself?
 My face, it is hideous)
 He traveled the world, seeking a cure for his disfigured face
 (I'm sorry sir, there is nothing we can do for you)
 He traveled through remote villages, where strangers are seldom seen
 He continued his search, never showing his face
 Unless threatened by bandits who prey on travelers
 Who foolishly wander alone through their domain