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FRIENDS

DISTANT
 RELATIVES
 

SAMPLED 
VOCAL 
INTRO


CHORUS 
1 
‐ 
SAMPLE



VERSE
 1 
‐ 
JR. GONG:

These 
later 
days 
in 
Babylon

As
 I
 watch
 your 
children 
grow

And
 the 
years 
them 
carry
 on

And 
I 
miss 
you
 even
 more

Still
I 
send 
them 
go 
to
 school

And
 tell 
them


What 
dem 
fi
 know

All 
of 
mi
 friend
 dem
 mi 
salute

Daddi gon 
&

Lenny
 Screw

Another 
year 
has 
come
 and
 past

Man
 a 
drop 
like 
morning 
dew

Uncle 
Warrick
 sick 
and 
gone

When 
him 
couldn’t

catch
 a 
flew

Picka 
T 
you 
a 
mi 
don

Respect 
long 
and 
overdue

When 
nothing 
never 
did 
a 
gwan

You
 still 
have 
on 
somethin’
new

Our 
friendship 
ever 
last

All 
when 
one 
minus 
from
 few

Yes 
we 
surely 
had 
a 
blast

We’re 
like 
family


Me
 & 
you

A 
nuh 
every 
path 
you 
cross

Lead 
to 
somebody 
whe 
true

Of
 the 
many 
that 
are 
called

Only 
chosen 
is 
a
 few
 



CHORUS 
2 
– 
JR. GONG


Of 
the 
real 
friends 
that 
serve 
you
 long

Your 
memories 
might 
fade

Your 
real 
friends 
will 
serve 
you 
long

Sunshine 
or 
rain


Your 
real 
friends 
will 
serve 
you 
long

Acquaintances 
will 
fade

Your 
real 
friends 
wont 
do 
you 
wrong

Real
 friend 
don’t 
change
 
 
 
 


VERSE
 2
 –
 NAS

Only
 talking 
with 
winners

A
 looser 
or 
two

Got 
my 
number

Still 
they
 think 
they 
real

But 
they 
just 
really 
awfully 
bitter

Salty 
niggaz

Hate
 the 
smarter 
ones

These 
are 
the 
doubters

Who
s our
 ‘bout 
my 
run

I
 barely 
made 
it 
out 
the 
slums

My
 value 
high

Cause 
I 
do 
more 
than


Rap 
about 
a 
gun

I
 made
 money 
for 
niggaz

Ya’ll 
never 
looking 
out 
for 
none

I
 helped 
millionaires 
get 
to 
that 
very 
position

Some 
real 
millionaires 
see 
that’s 
ill

Cause 
look 
at 
statistics

Real
 millionaires

And 
I
 ain’t 
talking 
ghetto 
riches

Thorough
 business

You
 mistreating 
niggaz

Heard 
your 
folks 
bleed 
in 
prison

You
 ain’t 
a R