Me & My Friends

[Verse 1: Apathy] I remember in the '90s it was all about forties and blunts Nas cassettes, Das EFX and Reebok pumps Punk motherfuckers that were claiming they got TECs And rockin ski masks like Q-Tip in Hot Sex Before them underground rappers with complex When Mobb Deep and Jay still lived in the projects There wasn't Escalades flooding the streets It was all about Lexus Coupes and the Jeeps Yup, what I wouldn't give to see it again Doing stupid-ass shit, just me and my friends Like calling up bitches, if they fathers got pissed We'd pop shit cause caller ID didn't exist (Click) I can still remember dancing to Kane Every day with Dewayne, LJ and Charmaine Life's changed, but this is how it be till the end Still doing dumb shit, just me and my friends [Hook] (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say) It's just me and my friends (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say) It's just me and my friends (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say) It's just me and my friends (Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say) (Dumbing out, just me and my crew) [Verse 2: One Two] Yo, the crew I roll with - cold as hell We own the streets like OGs own the jails Mack college bitches, they know us well But now that I'm 23 I feel old as hell Suave motherfuckers with the fliest of hoes Peepin bitches (Yo Ap, keep your eyes on the rooooad) Nothin's really changed, we work fast on it Since hats with silver plaques that said 'RAP' on it Ignorant little punks provokin a fight Kinda like stickin a pipe through the spokes of your bike Cruisin down Franklin, tappin the brakes Hey yo Rube, put that dutch down, we passin the jakes Spot didn't get hot or jump until we came A fridge full of forties like Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang Rap pack of Godz and we willin to pop And stick together like waffles when they still in the box [Hook] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] You couldn't tell me nothing back in '92 when I was wilding duke Rocking British Knights, gold chains and Cross Colors suits Me and Joey boosting bikes out of front yards We'd smack you up just for doing nothing, we was dumb hard Known from Armenia Ave and back down to Egypt Like in Tampa you either showing your balls or you don't show your face Strictly Miami Bass hits playing from Disco Rick And gangsta shit from the Geto Boys, they minds was playing tricks We used to load up at Manuel's then And launch bottle rockets at people's houses until we'd burn our hands "I Got A Man" was the jam I remember like, "Damn! I'm so proud to be a hip-hop fan" Started making beats and writing raps, that's when the bug got in me Flipped out when my man [Name] pulled an armed robbery I ain't seen him since he went to prison, wonder how he's living Heard he's out the pen, so one love to you my old friend [Hook]