South Central Cartel - Lil Knucklehead lyrics

[Prode'je] South Central's back in this muthaf**a for the big Nine-Three Dedicatin this to all you little young n***as [VERSE 1: Prode'je] Used to be my little homie from the hood when I came up Chillin with the gee's, slinging ki's, tryin to clock bucks Be a role-model when the locs wear the nine strapped Didn't even think about the fact you were bum-rapped Livin in the S-C 12 tryin to figure it out Should I go to school, learn the rules, or should I drop out? Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorant Little knucklehead from my hood was still innocent Coulda said, "Loc, what I'm doin ain't the way for you You should go to school, get a job and you'll make it through" But I didn't do it, I was flippin tryin to be the one Rollin in a 6-4 plushed on them things with bumps Used to kick you down everyday, cause I had it, loc Let you hit the bud' now and then, it was like a joke You were goin down, then your mother tried to talk to me But I was playin dumb and said I didn't even know you, gee 6 months later after doin 2 in county blues Saw you at the park, khaki'd down, hanging with the fools Smokin E.T., talkin about some drive-by Lil knucklehead from my hood on a hoo-ride A little knucklehead n***a Just a knucklehead n***a from my hood, loc Yeah a little n***a from my hood Little n***as Slow your roll, soldiers Word up [VERSE 2: Prode'je] Now you're from the hood and you're running with the baby locs Claimin rap-mob, slingin dope, and you're never broke Got your own 9, and it's smokin every single night Now I got the word from the streets, and it's nighty-night Lil knucklehead from my hood on the downslide Tryin to be the one, my n***a tryin to make it up high Coulda told him this is nothing, coulda said him straight then Now he's tryin to bang, and somebody's gonna smoke him 6 months later 13, and a menace now Got a little juice as we chill with the pot crowd Gettin f**ed up off the E.T. and St. Ides Tellin me that I'm the n***a that he used to idolize Now you're like me ,little n***a Better keep your finger on the trigger Or it's 6 feet, little n***a Cause on the slab it's a trip, and if you slip, you're a sleeper But I'ma be my little brother's keeper Put him in the spot, let him clock notch Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge buckshots But one day my n***a tripped I caught him with a pipe in his mouth, and I flipped Knucklehead n***a goin down in the hood, and it's bad for my business So I had to just dismiss Now he's back on the block 2 months later little loc got shot 2 in the dome by a fool that he jacked for a muthaf**in quarter I guess times got harder My little knucklehead n***a Just a knucklehead n***a from my hood What's up with all that sh**, n***a? Slow your roll Yeah, yeah, yeah From my hood My little n***as from the hood