Who Needs Friends Like This?

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Paken my mack 10,
You were never my friend.
Sporten a vest to protect the chest,
in case the haters wanna mess.
Paken the 9 of the 45 to survive.
In the streets of East Van where I came up fast,
never afraid to blast.
That's not the first thing I want to do,
I'll leave that decision up to you.
Even when I'm dead 'n' gone,
I'll still be livin' on.
cause this shit keep me driven,
and my all is what I'll keep given.
How do you think I got this far,
doin' sideways in my car?
Always watch my back, never live in fear,
Keepin' friends close and my enemies near.
never dissin', always listenin'.

The one and ONLY... '$lickJ'