The Book of Life

Chorus Friends, how many have 'em How long before they split like atoms Don't ask me, but what I do stand behind is someone havin your back, seems hard to find You know the line, Don't judge the book by its cover Read every page cause the nigga's my brother But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's life is always upgraded so open the book Pop ...Aight, business.. page 9, right Yo, sun's out so momma's first son's up Between me and Deen, I'm the first one up Ready to grind, always on time for any interview, face-to-face, even online Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through the door groggy, last night foggy, so unprofessional Deen What You wanna hold a congressional hearing on this shit C'mon, Pop, quit Pop Deen This is how we is when it comes to the biz Off-point, off-centered and when you point it out, he gets ill-tempered Promoter of the show's pissed cause the spot had a curfew but Hurricane Whitter blew through and made the mess of the date Yeah, I got here late, and We only did four songs, 'spose to do more songs Now Ken-doo dealin with the riot and the venue, yeah Chorus Deen Pop Crazy.. got this shit right here, on page 63 Aiyyo, little kid's sis insists she knows me Backstage access, aspiring actress She gon' be the candidate to get this caucus Of course my campaign is interrupted Jacob's fury, he's wearing a helmet Penile pad like he's Mr. Cockney I ain't buyin it, he can't sell it I'll redial Madlock, the verdict is sloppy We used to split the rations, trios menages But now I got a private car parked garages All on my front seat, he playin like bumper cars I think yo' bitch likes me Nigga she's neither one of ours He on the bitch strong so I'ma play passive Now she sayin she gotta go home - YOU BASTARD Damn, I'm in the gooddamn dirt like a shovel outta work with a pay stub and earnin NO love Chorus Pop Oh yeah I'll open the book Yeah let me open it for you I'll turn to the page for you motherfucker It's right here Look right here It's like the harmonica sounds of black clouds around Word around the campfire you said I'm a tramp buyer Nigga, I don't pay for hoes Unlike you who disappears for DAYS for hoes Deen Well here go Captain Paper-Frozen, Salad-That's-Frosty The only dude in the group with a personal glossy Personal transport, champion hand sport Caught him yankin the cord, this dude is boss Pop And the Lord won't save us even though we need saving Can't even wrestle it, now it's all desolate Like B.B. said, The thrill is dead And the afterlife, it's trife to stay in the red Deen But I'm stayin ahead, one lesson to thank you Stow a skunk in the street cred and one in the bank too Far gone but ain't far enough to see through Word is you did a solo album with your people But life ain't that Pop, you ain't no show stopper Send the boys over to crown you when- Pop Hey what the fuck you just say Yo stop the tape music stop Yo, WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY Deen Nigga, I said what you heard Pop Oh, uh-huh.. please... and WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR Deen Oh, it's like that Pop ...It's on now