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2Pac - Lil' Homies lyrics
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 mothafuckers, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, touchin 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 youu 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 get cash (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? Young niggaz on a mission to compete Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH! You lil' bad motherfuckers You motherfuckers know what time it is Yeah nigga! Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers Under eighteen.. better protect that shit! [2Pac] First to bomb, sixteen on death row Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass Is there a heaven for a G? And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace? On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls makin money off of crack sales, young black males Unable to change cause it's a cycle Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz Tellin the world to be equipped When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit Drew down on me, pull a pound on me Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies! Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies! What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?! Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies! We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde! You know what time it is, my lil' homies! [2Pac as Chorus fades out] You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga My lil' homies |
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