F*ckin lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin lil' homies
My lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin lil' homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin
Lil' bad young motherf*cker, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherf*cker) 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 motherf*ckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin 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 f*ckin 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?
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F*ckin lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin lil' homies
My lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin lil' homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin
Lil' bad young motherf*cker, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherf*cker) 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 motherf*ckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin 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 f*ckin 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?
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin lil' homies
My lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin lil' homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin
Lil' bad young motherf*cker, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherf*cker) 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 motherf*ckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin, my f*ckin 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 f*ckin 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?