Fuckin lil' homies..

Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies

My lil' homies..

Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies



[2Pac]

Just pay attention

Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin

Lil' bad young motherfucker, gotta love him

You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock

Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block

Educated on these cold streets

Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace

for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker

Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker

Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school

Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool

Always the young niggaz gettin in shit

She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)

Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers

Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters

Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me

Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Lil' homies on the ride

Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight

(my lil' homies)

Lil' homies on the mash

Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz run the streets

(my fuckin lil' homies)



[2Pac]

I remember.. when you was just a lil' G

Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME!

Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on?

Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home

Love to squad plus your mob is sick

A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit

Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know

Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries?

Will all your homies ride?

Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?