Lil' Homies - 2Pac

Fuckin' lil' homies

Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies

Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Just pay attention, here’s a story 'bout my lil' homies

Straight thuggin', lil' bad young motherfuckers, gotta love 'em

You could catch him in his G ride clutchin' his Glock

Screamin', Outlaw!

(Westside motherfuckers) 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 too wild to be a thinker

Bud smokin' 24/7, everyday drinker

Got my diploma, but I never learned shit in school

Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder, fool!

Always the young niggas gettin' in shit

She wouldn’t stop to conversate, so you called her a bitch

Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers

Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them busters

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

Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies on the ride

Niggas gonna die tonight, let’s get high tonight

Lil' homies on the mash

Runnin' from these punk police

‘Cause lil' niggas run the streets

Lil' homies on the ride

Niggas gonna die tonight, let’s get high tonight

Lil' homies on the mash

Runnin' from these punk police

‘Cause lil' niggas run the streets

I remember when you was just a lil' G

Flirtin' 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 the squad plus your mob is sick

A bunch of adolescent niggas spittin' major shit

Tell me, young nigga, 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 niggas on a mission to compete

Gettin' G’s, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets

Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo'

And unloaded on the whole front row

Try to tell him, but he act like he don’t know me

Pull out his pistol and he show me;

my lil' homie

Lil' homies on the ride

Niggas gonna die tonight, let’s get high tonight

Lil' homies on the mash

Runnin' from these punk police

‘Cause lil' niggas run the streets

Lil' homies on the ride

Niggas gonna die tonight, let’s get high tonight

Lil' homies on the mash

Runnin' from these punk police

‘Cause lil' niggas run the streets

"First 2 Bomb", "16 On Death Row"

Bustin' on them phony motherfuckers ‘cause the big homie said so

Niggas knew I was a nutcase, quick to blast

Livin' underage, but he’ll blaze on your 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 male unable to change ‘cause it’s a cycle

Plus nobody knows the evil that they might do

Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro

Big Malc, Hussein, call 'em Outlawz

Tellin' the world to be equipped

When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don’t quit

Drew down on me, pulled a pound on me

Bust like he didn’t know me;

my lil' homies

Lil' homies on the ride

Niggas gonna die tonight, let’s get high tonight

Lil' homies on the mash

Runnin' from these punk police

‘Cause lil' niggas run the streets

Whassup, nigga, let’s do this shit!

My lil' homies!

Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin' adolescent niggas!

My lil' homies!

What the fuck you niggas wanna do?

What, nigga?

My fuckin' lil' homies

Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin' lil' homies

Juvenile delinquents ready to bust on you motherfuckers

What the fuck you niggas wanna do, nigga?!

Nigga, take yo' shit on, lil' homies!

We robbin' motherfuckers, nigga

Thug Life, Outlawwwwz!

West Siiide!

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

You know what the fuck you gotta do, nigga

Outlawz, nigga, my lil' homies