Frienemies

Intro: Don’t forget about the DJ/ We can’t forget about the DJ/ x2 It’s official, yeah, say “real Hip Hop”/ say “real Hip Hop” [Verse 1: Stephen] I can remember back in Temecula, before I called her secular/ I met her but I wasn’t reppin’ her, I wasn’t fresh enough/ So I’m tryin’ to step it up, learned a couple lessons from/ the television I was sweatin’ her tryin’ to get next to her// she was young then, from the hood and I wasn’t/ stuff she said had me buggin’, silent in the discussions/ ‘cause i didn’t know nothing and wasn’t the type frontin’/ and I was ignorant of this life to which she was accustomed// she was in the city, i was in the burbs/ heard about her in the 80’s never seen her in her turf/ never thought she would betray me let her teach me and learned/ that her life was really crazy she just wanted to be heard// And I wanted to be heard too, she gave me identity/ was still Cali, but I dress and speak like I’m in the East/ years later that’s where the Lord would be sending me/ He used her providentially but still I sense the beef// [Hook] I been addicted I admit that you were all that I could see I'm alright (oh-oh) I'm alright (oh-oh) We used to be best friends But best friends sometimes turn to enemies I'm alright (oh-oh) I'm alright (oh-oh) [Verse 2: JGivens] She just turned 40 again stressing Maury and them Talkin' 'bout how she 400 million, 40 percent More positive than optimistically adding protons Jewel box of compliments all in hydrogen (what?) That's how she positive that least one of these prophets Could father the offspring she offered [?] Making additions to the living of knowledge Single mama involved with polar paternal problems No wonder she hollering when That envelope proclamation is documented with dot dot dot, not the father Not the creator, your son is born of neither the Alpha nor the Omega Inglorious son of Satan But if faith had twins, she probably had two Pacs Two Brendas, two infants, two ladies, two walks One in the trash, 22 two's, one coming too Love her to dad, wanted the juice, now come get her back [Hook] [Verse 3: Tragic Hero] [Hook x2] Intro: Don’t forget about the DJ/ We can’t forget about the DJ/ x2 [Outro] I love her then i hate her, in ways she makes me greater but strays from the Creator/ we’re back and forth like a DJ w/ the fader/ tell her she could do better, but she tells me I’m a hater// She’s my big sister, I would never date her/ or maybe a baby sitter, in ways I’d emulate her/ she’s the miseducated miseducator/ it’s hard to blame her, but still I love her then I hate her//