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lil' homies (original version) - 2pac lyrics

[intro: little boy]
hey junior mafia i got something for your mothaf-ckin’ -ss

[2pac]
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 motherf-ckers, gotta love ’em
you could catch him in his g ride clutchin’ his glock
screamin’, “outlaw!” (westside motherf-ckers) 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-gg- 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-gg-s gettin’ in sh-t
she wouldn’t stop to conversate, so you called her a b-tch
bustin’ on paper thin motherf-ckers
drinkin’ gin before you get to sinnin’ on them busters
emptied his clip, p-ssed 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-gg-s gonna die tonight
(yeah n-gg-)
lets get high tonight
(my lil’ homies)
lil’ homies on the mash, runnin’ on these punk police
’cause lil’ n-gg-s run these streets
lil’ homies on the ride, n-gg-s gonna die tonight
(yeah n-gg-)
lets get high tonight
(my lil’ homies)
lil’ homies on the mash, runnin’ on these punk police
(young m-th-f-ckaz)
’cause lil’ n-gg-s run these streets

[verse 2: 2pac]
i remember.. when you was just a lil’ g
flirting with death, playin’ russian roulette, screamin’ k!ll me!
hey there young n-gg-, 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-gg-s spittin’ major sh-t
tell me, young n-gg- 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-gg-s on a mission to compete
gettin’ g’s, packin’ heat, bringin’ havoc to the f-ckin’ streets
n-body knows why he took a fo’-fo’
and loaded up on the whole front row
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-gg-s gonna die tonight
(hahaha, wh-ssup n-gg-? yeah!)
lets get high tonight
(lil’ bad -ss m-th-f-ckaz)
lil’ homies on the mash, runnin’ on these punk police
(you motherf-ckers know what time it is)
’cause lil’ n-gg-s run these streets
lil’ homies on the ride, n-gg-s gonna die tonight
(yeah n-gg-)
lets get high tonight
(juvenile delinquent–ss motherf-ckers)
lil’ homies on the mash, runnin’ on these punk police
(under eighteen.. better protect that sh-t!)
’cause lil’ n-gg-s run these streets

[verse 3: 2pac]
“first 2 bomb,” “16 on death row”
bustin’ on them phony motherf-ckers ‘cause the big homie said so
n-gg-s knew i was a nutcase, quick to blast
livin’ underage, but he’ll blaze on your b-tch–ss
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, sh-ll-shocked souls
makin’ money off of crack sales
young black male unable to change ‘cause it’s a cycle
plus n-body 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 motherf-ckers 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-gg-s gonna die tonight
let’s get high tonight
lil’ homies on the mash, runnin’ on these punk police
’cause lil’ n-gg-s run these streets
lil’ homies on the ride, n-gg-s gonna die tonight
lets get high tonight
lil’ homies on the mash, runnin’ on these punk police
’cause lil’ n-gg-s run these streets

[outro: 2pac (over chorus)]
wh-ssup n-gg- let’s do this sh-t! my lil’ homies!
lil’ bad–ss motherf-ckin’ adolescent n-gg-s! my lil’ homies!
what the f-ck you n-gg-s wanna do? what n-gg-? my f-ckin lil’ homies
sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f-ckin’ lil’ homies
juvenile delinquents ready to bust on you motherf-ckers
what the f-ck you n-gg-s wanna do n-gg-?!
n-gg- take yo’ sh-t off, lil’ homies!
we robbin’ motherf-ckers n-gg-, thug life, outlawwwwz
westside! death row n-gg-
you know what time it is, my lil’ homies
you know what the f-ck you gotta do n-gg-, outlawz n-gg-
my lil’ homies..
yaki kadafi, hussein fatal, napoleon, e.d.i. amin, k. kastro, big m-th-f-ckin’ syke, boniti, makaveli, my f-ckin’ lil’ homies
what the f-ck you n-gg-s wanna do n-gg-
double glocks on you b-tch made n-gg-s
i open fire on these new deadly streets n-gg-
closed casket, f-ck you b-st-rds
my m-th-f-ckin’ lil’ homies don’t give a f-ck about none of you n-gg-s
f-ck your families, f-ck your kids n-gg-
my f-ckin’ lil’ homies, f-ck all ya’ll n-gg-s, outlaw westside ridahs (my lil’ homies)
bad boy k!lla, f-ck all you n-gg-s, hey ll meet my lil’ homies
ll cool j, say what, n-gg-?
(thuglife)
i’ll rock your m-th-f-ckin’ bells, me and my m-th-f-ckin’ outlawz, my lil’ homies
who wanna get with me this old wild sh-t, my lil’ homies
m-th-f-ckin’ mac-11, mini-14s, ar-15s on you b-tch made n-gg-s
.357 six m-th-f-ckin’ times, hollow points
i’m up in this m-th-f-cka, you n-gg-s don’t want it, my lil’ homies
mothaf-ckin’ police, n-gg- get into the car, n-gg-, we finna ride all these motherf-ckers
they don’t see these outlaw n-gg-s
not us! my lil’ homies

- 2pac lyrics

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