Lil' Homies - 2Pac

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 mothaf_ckers, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, touchin 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 n_gga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned sh_t in school
Mo' money, mo' b_tches, mo' murder fool
Always the young n_ggaz gettin in sh_t
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a b_tch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherf_ckers
Drinkin gin 'fore youu 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
N_ggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' n_ggaz get cash
(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 n_gga, 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 n_ggaz spittin major sh_t
Tell me, young n_gga 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 n_ggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the f_ckin 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 n_gga? YEAH!
You lil' bad motherf_ckers
You motherf_ckers know what time it is
Yeah n_gga!
Juvenile delinquent-ass motherf_ckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that sh_t!

[2Pac]
First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherf_ckers cause the big homey said so
N_ggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' b_tch 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 motherf_ckers rip sh_t, 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 n_gga let's do this sh_t! My lil' homies!
Lil' bad-ass motherf_ckin adolescent n_ggaz! My lil' homies!
What the f_ck you n_ggaz wanna do? WHAT N_GGA? My f_ckin lil' homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f_ckin lil' homies

[Chorus]

[2Pac - over Chorus]
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherf_ckers
What the f_ck you n_ggaz wanna do n_gga?!
N_gga take yo' sh_t on, lil' homies!
We robbin motherf_ckers n_gga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!
You know what time it is, my lil' homies!

[2Pac as Chorus fades out]
You know what the f_ck you gotta do n_gga, Outlawz n_gga
My lil' homies..

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