2pac - Lil' Homies lyrics

f**in lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my f**in lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my f**in lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young mothaf**ers, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherf**er) 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***a to rap, so be a thinker Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned sh** in school Mo' money, mo' b**hes, mo' murder fool Always the young n***az gettin in sh** She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a b**h (b*atch) Bustin on paper thin motherf**ers Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip, pa**ed by like he didn't know me Everybody duckin, my f**in lil' homies [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lil' homies on the ride n***az gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' n***az run the sreets (my f**in lil' homies) [2Pac] I remember.. when you was just a lil' G Flirting with d**h, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME! Hey there young n***a, 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***az spittin major sh** Tell me, young n***a 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***az on a mission to compete Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the f**in 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, wha**up n***a? YEAH! You lil' bad motherf**ers You motherf**ers know what time it is Yeah n***a! Juvenile delinquent-a** motherf**ers Under eighteen.. better protect that sh**! [2Pac] First to bomb, sixteen on d**h row Bustin on them phony motherf**ers cause the big homey said so n***az knew I was a nut case, quick to blast Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' b**h a** 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**ers rip sh**, 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] Wha**up n***a let's do this sh**! My lil' homies! Lil' bad-a** motherf**in adolescent n***az! My lil' homies! What the f** you n***az wanna do? WHAT ni**a? My f**in lil' homies Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f**in lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherf**ers What the f** you n***az wanna do n***a?! n***a take yo' sh** on, lil' homies! We robbin motherf**ers n***a, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde! You know what time it is, my lil' homies! [2Pac as Chorus fades out] You know what the f** you gotta do n***a, Outlawz n***a My lil' homies..