Verse 1: Mia X      You better think before you call Tyrone   Can you trust him   Is he real    Does he look you in the eyes and make you feel what he's saying   Shit I ain't playing   My ??? in knots   Remember the last niggas you felt they got you robbing shop    I gots no time for new friends    Some of the old ones ain't cool    You ain't kicked it with this nigga since high school    And you twenty-two now   All a sudden y'all exchanging numbers callin   You don't think that nigga heard you ballin   Fuck that   I smell a rat    And I can hear the gats click clack   Along with the sirens    And special forces teams   Or can it be that infrared beam and ski masks   Niggas on a mission who say they gots to have it   I'm grasping at straws   And you think I'm picking with cha   But you gots to stay one up on them niggas    For they come and get cha    You figure since y'all go way back them that matters   Sometimes they be the first to ratta tatta      Chorus: Mia X      Friend or foe   You never know who's real   Who's fake   Who's mask of love disguise hate   You never know    Break bread sleep in your house    Then turn around and rat you out      Friend or foe    You never know who's real    Who's fake    Who's mask of love disguise hate   You never know    Break bread sleep in your house   Then end up being rivals in a shot out         Verse 2: Mac      Have you ever pulled a caper    With a nigga who you thought was your ace   Y'all got separated he got caught    And they took him to that place    With no hesitation    He was coughing up all kinds of information    Ole, master splint ass nigga   Can't handle interrogation   Type of nigga that see your killer   But instead of informing you   Act like he don't see shit   Walk away without warning you   Ain't that cold    Cause you remember when he had slept on your couch   When his other partner had kicked him out    For running his god damn mouth   But see ah that's the type of shit your girl was telling you bout   And she told you he was trying to fuck every time you left the house   You thought he was only tripping    And that she was only bitching   Till you caught in your kitchen    Trying to shove his little dick in   What you love   So now you in the pen for it   Oh yeah you shot him so now you doing ten for it   Niggas don't give a fuck   They would rob you now    And drink with you later    Rape your sister    Go to school with you    And cheat on your paper      (Chorus) until song fades