[Intro - Brotha Lynch Hung]
This song's about homies, man
You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know?
Kind of a touchy subject man, but n***as gotta go there, you know?
Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah
[Hook - Brotha Lynch Hung]
I had to buy another gun (buy another gun)
I had to drop another homie (drop another homie)
Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me)
Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life
[X2]
[Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung]
Where was them n***as when I was broke, selling dope
Outta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo
No homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Six
Trying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense
'Cuz n***as come and go like the 81 bus
And that's why I talk a lot of sh**, I can make 81 cuts
sh**, I was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks
sh**, n***as be hella mad if I buy 81 trucks
I put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off
I'm Nicolas Cage, run up, n***a I'll rip your face off
I don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them
Fake homies I bleed them, n***a I creep like the reaper
And you won't even see him, this muthaf**a tried to follow me home
Had me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome
I live my life like it's a war outside
Think what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride
Anyway
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - MC Eiht]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question
Somebody might find out, these fools keep testing
All I'm trying to do is feed my kids
And stop the bad dreams when I close my lids
I got a late-night chirp, my n***a got shot
Damn, I told my f**ing homie that the block was hot
You made it this far, and now you got hit?
And I can't think straight, I'm on some serious sh**
Got me all torn up, I swore to get back
Know the enemy waiting for the sh** to crack
And I'm trying to think about my f**ing kids at home
And what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone
A thin line between freedom and a D.A
Caught with the AK, a 20-year delay
Now the judge wants to hit a muthaf**a with the book
So the deal for the 20 a n***a quickly took
Gyeah
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - MC Eiht]
What's the meaning to this hood sh**? Don't ask me
When a hood n***a stuck in the CPT
They won't hire an ex-felon with a record
So I put it all down on record, n***a check it
Gun check .45, it's hard to survive
Enemies real close, hoes trying to connive
And I deal with the stress of the everyday streets
Every block got a n***a trying to hustle for eats
Gyeah
[Hook]
[Outro - Brotha Lynch Hung]
These days, it's kinda hard to get . . . it's kinda hard to get new homies
You kinda develop business partners, and then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship
But if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pa**
So this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my siccmade n***as
My n***a Funk Gator for being there during my whole career
And shouts out to my n***a Six, Max Kunis. I gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here
f** what everybody think
[Hook]