How come:

How come we don't even talk no more?

And you don't even call no more

We don't barely keep in touch at all 

And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more 

And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now

After all the years we been down

Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true 

We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you 

So young, so full of life in vibrant

Side by side wherever you was ridin' I went

So close, almost on some Bonnie & Clyde shit

When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on

Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it

You even had the same type of childhood I did

Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours and mine, I survived it?

You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it 

We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us

Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises

Now I feel a vibe, I just can't describe it

As much as your pride tries to hide it

You're cold, your touch, it's just like ice 

In your eyes is the look of resentment 

I can sense it, and I don't like it

It was my dream at first to be on spittin' a verse 

On my own album with a deal but shit got worse 

So I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first 

Before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst 

Some bitch that I wasn't with, I would hit her, then quit

But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit

I told you don't get involved in it, you was smokin' the chron with her 

Comin' out of the bar with her stumblin' half drunk 

Like y'all was husband and wife or somethin'

But me catchin' you fuckin' other niggers musta hurt your pride or somethin' 

Cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me

When all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty 

And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced

You actin' like I ain't your man and lyin' like she can't be loose 

But I am really your friend, I'm just tryin' to tell you the truth 

But don't hate the game or the player 

Cause the one that's changing is you

You're only at the top cause my homie had to stop

Now we actin' like I gotta live only for the block

And homies in the hood, only she be on the tube

Only gossip on the porch, get to speakin' on who

Fools I used to rap with all expect magic 

Like my finger get to snappin' and *poof* it just happen

But Proof is just actin' out the party was stoned

Shady made it so my babies ain't starvin' at home

See the devil in you grin, since the ghetto we been friends

Whenever real intelligence that's forever till the end

I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives 

And wastin' my times with these snakes in disguise

(How come) 

When you talk it's with bitter and spite

And 

(How come) 

It's my fault for what you did with your life 

And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away

We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.