2Pac — Lil Homies Original Version

[Intro: Little Boy] Hey Junior Mafia I got something for your mothafuckin’ ass [2Pac] Fuckin’ lil' homies Everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil' homies Lil' homies Everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil' homies [Verse 1: 2Pac] Just pay attention, here's a story 'bout my lil' homies Straight thuggin', lil' bad young mothafuckas, gotta love 'em You could catch him in his G ride clutchin' his Glock Screamin', "Outlaw!" (Westside mothafuckas) 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 mothafuckas 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 [Chorus: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker] Lil' homies on the ride, niggas gonna die tonight (Yeah nigga) Let's get high tonight (My lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police 'Cause lil' niggas run these streets Lil' homies on the ride, niggas gonna die tonight (Yeah nigga) Let's get high tonight (My lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police (Young muthafuckaz) 'Cause lil' niggas 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 nigga, 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 niggas spittin' major shit Tell me, young nigga 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 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 (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, niggas gonna die tonight (Hahaha, what's up nigga? YEAH!) Let's get high tonight (Lil' bad ass muthafuckaz) Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police (You mothafuckas know what time it is) 'Cause lil' niggas run these streets Lil' homies on the ride, niggas gonna die tonight (Yeah nigga) Let's get high tonight (Juvenile delinquent-ass mothafuckas) Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police (Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!) 'Cause lil' niggas run these streets [Verse 3: 2Pac] "First 2 Bomb," "16 On Death Row" Bustin' on them phony mothafuckas ‘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' Mu', Big Yak, K. Kastro Big Malc, Hussein, call 'em Outlawz Tellin' the world to be equipped When these young mothafuckas 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 [Chorus: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker] Lil' homies on the ride Niggas gonna die tonight Let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police 'Cause lil' niggas run these streets Lil' homies on the ride, niggas gonna die tonight Let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police 'Cause lil' niggas run these streets [Outro: 2Pac (Over Chorus)] What's up nigga let’s do this shit! My lil’ homies! Lil’ bad-ass mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckas What the fuck you niggas wanna do nigga?! Nigga take yo’ shit off, lil’ homies! We robbin' mothafuckas nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz Westside! Death Row nigga You know what time it is, my lil’ homies You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga My lil’ homies.. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, Napoleon, E.D.I. Amin, K. Kastro, Big Muthafuckin' Syke, Boniti, Makaveli, my fuckin' lil' homies What the fuck you niggas wanna do, nigga? Double Glocks on you bitch made niggas I open fire on these new deadly streets Closed casket, fuck you bastards My muthafuckin' lil' homies don’t give a fuck about none of you niggas Fuck your families, fuck your kids nigga My fuckin' lil' homies, fuck all ya’ll niggas, outlaw westside ridahs (My lil' homies) Bad Boy killa, fuck all you niggas, hey LL meet my lil' homies LL Cool J, say what, nigga? (Thug Life) I’ll rock your muthafuckin' bells, me and my muthafuckin' Outlawz, my lil' homies Who wanna get with me this old wild shit, my lil' homies Muthafuckin' Mac-11, Mini-14s, AR-15s on you bitch made niggas .357 six muthafuckin' times, hollow points I’m up in this muthafucka, you niggas don’t want it, my lil' homies Mothafuckin' police, nigga get into the car, nigga, we finna ride all these mothafuckas They don't see these outlaw niggas Not us! My lil' homies