Lil’ Homies (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: Little Boy & 2Pac]
Ay Junior Mafia, got something for your mothaf*ckin’ ass
f*ckin’ lil' homies
Everybody duckin’, f*ckin’ lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody duckin’, f*ckin’ lil' homies

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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
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: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker]
Lil' homies on the ride, n*ggas gonna die tonight
(Yeah n*gga)
Let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
'Cause lil' n*ggas run these streets
Lil' homies on the ride, n*ggas gonna die tonight
(Yeah n*gga)
Let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
(Young muthaf*ckaz)
'Cause lil' n*ggas run these streets
[Verse 2: 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*ggas 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 I 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 show me, my lil’ homies

[Chorus: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker]
Lil' homies on the ride, n*ggas gonna die tonight
(Hahaha, what's up n*gga? YEAH!)
Let's get high tonight
(Lil' bad ass muthaf*ckaz)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
(You mothaf*ckas know what time it is)
'Cause lil' n*ggas run these streets
Lil' homies on the ride, n*ggas gonna die tonight
(Yeah n*gga)
Let's get high tonight
(Juvenile delinquent-ass mothaf*ckas)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
(Under eighteen.. better protect that sh*t!)
'Cause lil' n*ggas run these streets
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
"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: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker]
Lil' homies on the ride
n*ggas gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
'Cause lil' n*ggas run these streets
Lil' homies on the ride, n*ggas gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
'Cause lil' n*ggas run these streets
[Outro: 2Pac (Over Chorus)]
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 off, lil’ homies!
We robbin' mothaf*ckas n*gga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz
Westside! Death Row n*gga
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..
Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, Napoleon, E.D.I. Amin, K. Kastro, Big Muthaf*ckin' Syke, Boniti, Makaveli, my f*ckin' lil' homies
What the f*ck you n*ggas wanna do, n*gga?
Double Glocks on you b*tch made n*ggas
I open fire on these new deadly streets
Closed casket, f*ck you bast*rds
My muthaf*ckin' lil' homies don’t give a f*ck about none of you n*ggas
f*ck your families, f*ck your kids, n*gga
My f*ckin' lil' homies, f*ck all ya’ll n*ggas, outlaw westside ridahs (My lil' homies)
Bad Boy killa, f*ck all you n*ggas
Ay LL, meet my lil' homies
LL Cool J, say what? n*gga
(Thug Life)
I’ll rock your muthaf*ckin' bells
Me and my muthaf*ckin' Outlawz, my lil' homies
Who wanna get me this old wild sh*t, my lil' homies
Muthaf*ckin' Mac-11, Mini-14s, AR-15s on you b*tch made n*ggas
.357 six muthaf*ckin' times, hollow points
I’m up in this muthaf*cka, you n*ggas don’t want it, my lil' homies
Mothaf*ckin' police, n*gga get into the car, n*gga, we finna ride all these mothaf*ckas
They don't see these outlaw n*ggas
Not us! My lil' homies