U Got Homeboys, We Got Homeboys lyrics

"Ya know, I think these guys are different from the rest
The violent behavior displayed when dealing with their enemies
Is humanly inconcievable to people like you and me
Their lack of compassion towards men can only be rivaled
By the a gang of hoodlums lead bySatan himself
I can tell you this much I wouldn't wanna f*ck with em"

Its lip talka from the motherf*ckin lost boys
Rooster Park, 5th Ward
One on one you get beat down
Baby hurt got the 9 waitin to let off 12 rounds
You wanna start sh*t? Try it
I got n*ggas on the north, east, south and west side
I'm lost motherf*cker, I'm wicked
Up in yo ass is where a n*gga might kick it
Flamingo is our hang out
We call it bloody 5th, ya get cha brains blown out
Big Iron got all streets sewed up
Come through Cally Court and get yo ass f*cked
Ramin here got the car jack
And I'm Lil' back, I control on the phat sack
And them motherf*ckin punks over here b*tch
But if ya stack up I got back up
b*tch f*ck your crew f*ck your set
f*ck your posse f*ck your click
We can take this sh*t to the morgue
You got homeboys, we got homeboys
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Clock em, Glock em
Drop em, Stop em

[Willie D]
Don't blame me for the motherf*ckin slaughter
n*gga couldn't swim but he got into the water
Stuck his head in some sh*t, now he drownin
Like Bozo, I had to clown him
He and his boys tried to fold me
Called me to the square, but the square couldn't hold me
Now some were big and some were tall
But the bigger they come the harder they fall
God damn I ain't nothin nice
f*ckin with Will you fall quicker than Vanilla Ice
So all them n*ggas that cha got witcha
Won't mean sh*t when I hitcha
With the pump, other assault weapon
"Didn't they ban that sh*t man?" Yeah, but I kept em
Wise up, gotta keep the ups
Its a must we bust in guns we trust
I can't fear another n*gga G
Cause if he get smoked he gonna bleed just like me
My philosiphy is to hit em with the AK
So hear me when I say
f*ck your crew f*ck your set
f*ck your posse f*ck your click
We can take this sh*t to the morgue
You got homeboys, we got homeboys
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[Rasir X]
Well its 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 motherf*ckers
Runnin with the ruckus, n*ggas be tryin to buck us
With the bang bang boogey, shoot em up typa sh*t
When n*ggas get buck wild, I'm your Clark Kent
Come for red don't bar none what cha brangin, whatcha brung
Its run yo run you gone pay for whatcha done
Cause Rasir X Ray don't sleep till he pull a couple a strings
Call for back up n*ggas straight off the cut
n*ggas backed up for miles
Filed up in files, piled up in piles ooo honey child
What we did was a must, when my n*ggas start to bust
Its, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
And I trust ain't the n*gga to get stuck with
I'm one hill billy motherf*cker you don't wanna f*ck with
I'm still rougher in the hills with that Uncle Will
And this is how a motherf*cker feel
f*ck your crew f*ck your set
f*ck your posse f*ck your click
We can take this sh*t to the morgue
You got homeboys, we got homeboys

(CHORUS)
[Sho]
Wise up, we don't f*ck around
Yeah I got some n*ggas that'll lay yo ass down
We ain't scared ta shoot, we all clockin loot
f*ck with Sho I'll dress yo ass in a funeral suit
And if you try to steal me then notify your next of kin
Cause you done stepped into a lion's den
Where all my n*ggas bitin
You can draw a gun, pull a knife, or we can old school fist fight
It really don't matter
Cause when the sh*t hit the fan I know my n*ggas won't scatter
They got my back to the end
Now you lookin around this b*tch tryin to find a f*ckin friend
But now its too late
Plus I see some yellow tape
Nah, thats yo soul at hells gates
f*ck a 9 I gotta 37 shot clip b*tch
You done f*cked with the wrong click

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