Who Can You Trust?

Eightball:<br><br>Ain`t it funny the things we do to get paid?<br>The shit we do to show niggas that we ain`t afraid.<br>Yeah, I got my education on the streets,<br>Doin dirt left a nigga with some muddy feet.<br>Everyday life brings everyday drama,<br>Smokin weed only makes a nigga mind wander.<br>So much I could`ve done, but I didn`t do.<br>A lot of shit a nigga never should`ve went through.<br>Trustin another soul with my fate,<br>Showed me how easily love can turn to pure hate.<br>The road, I know, I came to a fork in it,<br>Good or bad, I`m a still be the nigga winnin, NOW<br>But tomorrow ain`t guaranteed.<br>Maybe I can see the future through my young seeds.<br>Plant it, and hope the planet don`t damage them.<br>It`s a thin line, but I`ma get mine.<br><br>CHORUS:<br><br>Who can you trust? God only knows.<br>It`s hard to say who you can call friend or foe.<br>Money, that`s all a nigga will die for.<br>So much pain and everybody wants more.<br>(x2)<br><br>MJG:<br><br>So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel.<br>Wrap it `round, soak up the strain, I feel safer now.<br>Lookin` down the road I`ve travelled-it`s been a bumpy one.<br>The walls that I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.<br>I feel like one of them pieces up in a chess game,<br>On the line, defending yours from mine.<br>I`m makin moves, attached to strings you can`t see.<br>If the move seems a little bit awkward, it ain`t me.<br>Now fony people ride your nuts for dolla signs,<br>I bet you drop some cash on the ground, they`d holla "MINE!"<br>You far behind, man I`m way too ahead, I might be gone.<br>Think you had some killers ridin with you, you`re home alone.<br>I`m in the zone, meaning space age pimpin, new millenium.<br>Holes down deep in the wall, I can`t get into them.<br>I`m friend to them, real ass niggas and family members.<br>What you say, nigga I owe you something? I don`t remember.<br><br>CHORUS x2<br><br>MJG:<br>(talking)<br><br>The root of all evil they say, but yet, there`s so much evil in all our <br>roots. Born in a world of a nigga, some knowing, some not knowing. Even <br>so, we`ve accomplished so much but still we have so far to go. C`mon man, <br>we`re born hustlers, and together we`ll be greater later. Used to die for <br>freedom... respect... Now we`re dying for dope, hoes, and paper...<br><br>Eightball:<br><br>I`m guilty of all that shit and more.<br>Questioning life, asking what am I here for?<br>To some, that might seem strange but you dig this,<br>Don`t get your feelings hurt, personal and business.<br>Make `em average to acheive pimp trick status.<br>Lame niggas with no nuts end up embarrassed.<br>Compromise and commercialize, in the eyes of your niggas,<br>selling out to get the prize.<br>At the same time, my baby cries,<br>I`m on a cell phone,<br>in another state doing sound checks.<br>Tryin to make my little niggas` lives a little better,<br>than a bulletproof sweater, nigga love hurts.<br><br>MJG:<br><br>I`ve been a vet-er-an, in this game,<br>I ain`t trying to be better than,<br>only as equal, as the better man.<br>You can only imagine the ghetto,<br>if you ain`t raised in it.<br>That`s where I`m from,<br>childhood glory days in it.<br>I wade in it, what? The waters.<br>Take me on down the stream, I`m going farther.<br>It`s still from coast to coast, shore to shore.<br>I stand accused of being a pimp, from root to floor.<br>Doin` work constantly, thinkin` bout your family.<br>As soon as you think it`s time to chill,<br>God damn it be, time for another project, another dealine.<br>Man, we`re at the end of this rhyme, and I done said mine.<br><br>CHORUS x2<br><br>music fades out with women singing...<br><br>My friend, we are one, so please hold on...