Lyrics:

The beat was sposed to drop right there The beat was sposed to drop right there The beat was sposed to drop right there Yeah yeah yeah... uhh I send this one out, to my right hand man or mens, or womens, the whole crew The real fam Chorus: KRS-One We can count the dough or kick a flow or chill out watchin videos or actin really silly yo but really doe all that can end... Whether at the bar with superstars or cruisin in the trooper car I really don't care who you are All I really need is a friend Verse One: KRS-One If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us We respond to those who show respect with respect We respond we connect on the same deck same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly If you can't understand, we boys we boys We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan? I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble Still I got my own space like Hubble Chorus Verse Two: KRS-One Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced A friend can acquire the taste to