เนื้อเพลง 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..