Lil’ Homies lyrics

[Intro]
f*ckin' lil' homies
Everybody duckin', my f*ckin' lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody duckin', my f*ckin' lil' homies

[Verse 1]
Just pay attention, here's a story 'bout my lil' homies
Straight thuggin', lil' bad young mothaf*ckas, gotta love 'em
You could catch him in his G ride clutchin' his Glock
Screamin', Outlaw! (Westside mothaf*ckas) 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 too wild to be a thinker
Bud smokin' 24/7, 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*ggas gettin' in sh*t
She wouldn't stop to conversate, so you called her a b*tch (biatch!)
Bustin' on paper thin mothaf*ckas
Drinkin' gin before you 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]
Lil' homies on the ride
n*ggas gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
‘Cause lil' n*ggas run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
n*ggas gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
‘Cause lil' n*ggas run the streets
[Verse 2]
I remember when you was just a lil' G
Flirtin' 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 the squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent n*ggas spittin' major sh*t
Tell me, young n*gga, if you 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*ggas 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 unloaded 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 he show me; my lil' homie

[Chorus]
Lil' homies on the ride
n*ggas gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
‘Cause lil' n*ggas run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
n*ggas gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
‘Cause lil' n*ggas run the streets
[Verse 3]
"First 2 Bomb," "16 On Death Row"
Bustin' on them phony mothaf*ckas ‘cause the big homie said so
n*ggas knew I was a nutcase, quick to blast
Livin' underage, but he'll blaze on your 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 male unable to change ‘cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows the evil that they might do
Lil' Mu', Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein, call 'em Outlawz
Tellin' the world to be equipped
When these young mothaf*ckas rip sh*t, they don't quit
Drew down on me, pulled a pound on me
Bust like he didn't know me; my lil' homies

[Chorus]
Lil' homies on the ride
n*ggas gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
‘Cause lil' n*ggas run the streets

[Collision]
What's up, n*gga, let's do this sh*t! My lil' homies!
Lil' bad-ass mothaf*ckin' adolescent n*ggas! My lil' homies!
What the f*ck you n*ggas wanna do?
WHAT, n*ggA? My f*ckin' lil' homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f*ckin' lil' homies
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you mothaf*ckas
What the f*ck you n*ggas wanna do, n*gga?!
n*gga, take yo’ sh*t on, lil' homies!
We robbin' mothaf*ckas, n*gga
Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! West Siiide!
You know what time it is, my lil' homies!
You know what the f*ck you gotta do, n*gga
Outlawz, n*gga, my lil' homies