Lil' Homies 2pac текст и слова песни

F**kin lil' homies..

Everybody duckin, my f**kin lil' homies

My lil' homies..

Everybody duckin, my f**kin lil' homies


[2Pac]

Just pay attention

Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin

Lil' bad young motherf**ker, gotta love him

You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock

Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherf**ker) 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 motherf**kers

Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters

Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me

Everybody duckin, my f**kin lil' homies


[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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 f**kin lil' homies)


[2Pac]

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 f**kin 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 nigga? YEAH!

You lil' bad motherf**kers

You motherf**kers know what time it is

Yeah nigga!

Juvenile delinquent-ass motherf**kers

Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!


[2Pac]

First to bomb, sixteen on death row

Bustin on them phony motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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]


[2Pac - over Chorus]

Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies!

Lil' bad-ass motherf**kin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies!

What the f**k you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My f**kin lil' homies

Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f**kin lil' homies


[Chorus]


[2Pac - over Chorus]

Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherf**kers

What the f**k you niggaz wanna do nigga?!

Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies!

We robbin motherf**kers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!

You know what time it is, my lil' homies!


[2Pac as Chorus fades out]

You know what the f**k you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga

My lil' homies..