Friday

Lyrics

[Skit] Yo, where this nigga at, man Nigga, you a day late and a dollar short, man, it's a done deal Yeah, it's over with, son, it's done! Aight You owe me twenty thousand big faces for that Heh, who owe you twenty? You Al, nigga? Nigga, I don't owe you shit Aight *sound of a splash as a body hits the water* [Intro] Friday, nigga What's the word? You got something for me? I'ma see you in two seconds Right, yo, pull my Rover on the side right there, man Police coming, man Heard me? [Verse] Yo, up in the game room, four in the morning and it's storming and we blitzed Just rocked another wig, yeah, we on it God had blood on his sweat pants The way the TEC dance on a nigga face, son ain't have a chance Seen him, high pitch yellow nigga from outta town A young mellow ally tryna run through Hell, it's on called the dogs to get on him And we caught him, only thing this nigga was a lord in his forum Bum nigga fresh out of jail, I used to play baseball with him 'Til he got large, son bought a whale Azure by the entrance, guess it's real nigga night out He moving on his own negligence Yo, Lexy strap up, meet you in the back in the Acura Spectacular vic, he stackular Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut, tryna swim now Aqua green Avias on, brim style wild We walked by eyeing 'im Shorty ain't look, he tried to get fly, my niggas ain't dive on him Kaze had the MAC in the vest, the way he moving might be dressed He made two rights, nigga, move left Standing by the incinerator, thank God he a generator I can tell, bought his lady suede gators Yo, now it's time to move, spin nozzles on the tools Might just bust him quiet style rules He walked out the crib, yup draped We on the elevator baked, staring at the nigga chain shape We looked at him, seen all crooked, then we flashed on him He knew we was live, my man Boo spazzed on him Pulled out, took off the wool, nigga, cool out Walk you out the buldin', better run, nigga, move out This nigga liver than fuck, larger than fuck Better kill me, all y'all niggas, butt, what spray it up Tuck the chains in, Kaze shot him at point blank range then He started screaming like a cave man Blood got a salty taste, I can tell furniture fell out his face Laced now it's a case Threw up, vomit on my coat piece Snatched all his ice now, Chrome T, boatin' off low-key Didn't know the kid was large Hour later call from jail, Mexicans surrounding the gods Chill, you're bigger than the ocean, slow motion Play it off, no emotion but my man in there grossing What to do they might kill him We might kill you circulate death, that's how the real do We sat there three live macks of the year Crack beers one nigga in the back washing off his track Airs Don't take it serious, vivid flow luxurious I'm hearing this'll, make a real nigga curious Friday my day, chill Pop, leave 'em on the highway Bet he won't never fly my way [Skit: Girlfriend & Raekwon] Hello? Yo Hello Yo, what up? What's up? Why you sound like that? What's the matter? I was sleeping to go Where was you at yesterday? Yesterday? I had a ticket and stuff in the city You mad at me? Mm-mm You love me? Mm-hmm You know I got something for your birthday