Lil' Homies Lyrics
F[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1766-2_pac~lil_homies_lyrics.html ]17;ckin lil' homies..<br />Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies<br />My lil' homies..<br />Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Just pay attention<br />Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin<br />Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him<br />You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock<br />Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block<br />Educated on these cold streets<br />Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace<br />for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker<br />Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker<br />Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school<br />Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool<br />Always the young niggaz gettin in shit<br />She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)<br />Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers<br />Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters<br />Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me<br />Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br />Lil' homies on the ride<br />Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight<br />(my lil' homies)<br />Lil' homies on the mash<br />Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz run the sreets<br />(my fuckin lil' homies)<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />I remember.. when you was just a lil' G<br />Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME!<br />Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on?<br />Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home<br />Love to squad plus your mob is sick<br />A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit<br />Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know<br />Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries?<br />Will all your homies ride?<br />Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?<br />Young niggaz on a mission to compete<br />Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets<br />Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo'<br />and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!)<br />Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me<br />Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac - over Chorus]<br />Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!<br />You lil' bad motherfuckers<br />You motherfuckers know what time it is<br />Yeah nigga!<br />Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers<br />Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />First to bomb, sixteen on death row<br />Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so<br />Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast<br />Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass<br />Is there a heaven for a G?<br />And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?<br />On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls<br />makin money off of crack sales, young black males<br />Unable to change cause it's a cycle<br />Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do<br />Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro<br />Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz<br />Tellin the world to be equipped<br />When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit<br />Drew down on me, pull a pound on me<br />Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac - over Chorus]<br />Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies!<br />Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies!<br />What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies<br />Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homies<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac - over Chorus]<br />Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers<br />What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!<br />Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies!<br />We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!<br />You know what time it is, my lil' homies!<br /><br /><em>[2Pac as Chorus fades out]<br />You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga<br />My lil' homies..<br />