Lil’ Homies
Young nigga, if ya die let me know / Would your heart feel pain / Watchin as your mother cries?
Fuckin lil’ homies
Everybody duckin
My fuckin lil’ homies
My lil’ homies
Everybody duckin
My fuckin lil’ homies
Just pay attention
Here’s a story bout my lil’ homies
Straight thuggin
Lil’ bad young motherfucker
Gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride
Clutchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Westside motherfucker)
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 nigga to rap
So be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven
Everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo’ money, mo’ bitches, mo’ murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wouldn’t stop to conversate
So you called her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin ’fore you get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip
Passed by like he didn’t know me
Everybody duckin
My fuckin lil’ homies
[Chorus] (x2)
Lil’ homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let’s get high tonight
(My lil’ homies)
Lil’ homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk police
Cause lil’ niggaz run the streets
(My fuckin lil’ homies)
I remember
When you was just a lil’ G
Flirting with death
Playin Russian Roulette
Screamin KILL ME!
Hey there young nigga
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 niggaz spittin major shit
Tell me
Young nigga, 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 niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G’s, packin heat
Bringin havoc to the fuckin 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]
[over chorus]
Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
You lil’ bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga!
Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen better protect that shit!
First to bomb
Sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherfuckers
Cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case
Quick to blast
Livin underage
But he’ll blaze on yo’ bitch 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 motherfuckers rip shit
They don’t quit
Drew down on me
Pull a pound on me
Bust like he didn’t know me
My lil’ homies
[Chorus]
[over chorus]
Whassup nigga let’s do this shit!
My lil’ homies!
Lil’ bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz!
My lil’ homies!
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do?
WHAT NIGGA?
My fuckin lil’ homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen
My fuckin lil’ homies
[Chorus]
[over chorus]
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST
On you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!
Nigga take yo’ shit on
Lil’ homies!
We robbin motherfuckers nigga
Thug Life, Outlawz! Westside!
You know what time it is
My lil’ homies!
You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga
Outlawz nigga
My lil’ homies