2Pac: Lil homies

Fuckin lil' homies..Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homiesMy lil' homies..Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies{2Pac}Just pay attentionHere's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thugginLil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love himYou catch him in his G ride, touchin his glockScreamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's blockEducated on these cold streetsGettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peacefor an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinkerBud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinkerGot my diploma but I never learned shit in schoolMo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder foolAlways the young niggaz gettin in shitShe wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)Bustin on paper thin motherfuckersDrinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them bustersEmptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know meEverybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies{Chorus: repeat 2X}Lil' homies on the rideNiggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight(my lil' homies)Lil' homies on the mashRunnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz get cash(my fuckin lil' homies){2Pac}I remember.. when you was just a lil' GFlirting 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 homeLove to squad plus your mob is sickA bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shitTell me, young nigga if ya die let me knowWould 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 competeGettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streetsNobody 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 mePull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homieChorus:{2Pac - over Chorus}Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!You lil' bad motherfuckersYou motherfuckers know what time it isYeah nigga!Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckersUnder eighteen.. better protect that shit!{2Pac}First to bomb, sixteen on death rowBustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said soNiggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blastLivin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch assIs 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 soulsmakin money off of crack sales, young black malesUnable to change cause it's a cyclePlus nobody knows.. the evil that they might doLil' Moo, Big Yak, K. KastroBig mouth Hussein, call them OutlawzTellin the world to be equippedWhen these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quitDrew down on me, pull a pound on meBust like he didn't know me, my lil' homiesChorus:{2Pac - 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' homiesSixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homiesChorus:{2Pac - over Chorus}Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckersWhat the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies!We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!You know what time it is, my lil' homies!{2Pac as Chorus fades out}You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz niggaMy lil' homies..