Gangsta Rap — 4 The Homies

[Hook x2: Murder Mike] This is for the homies and the home girls This is for the ballers with the Jheri curls This is for the hoes wit' dookie braids This is for the niggas with the fly-ass fingerwaves [Verse 1: Murder Mike] Murder Mike On the mic And I rap Hella tight And I'm up all night Slanging rocks through a height In a Nissan truck And I got Hella bump with a light skin freak And you know I'm bout the [?] [Verse 2: Du-Rag] Mad-ass motherfuckin' Du-Rag, nikkuh Bad-ass [?] hood rat nigga Du-Rag I'm in the hood at the dope spot And the nigga cookin' rocks like a pork chop [Verse 3: Murder Mike] Murder Mike Roll [?] With an old english brew When I slap a motherfucka' And his grandmama too We cook rocks and sell'em like hot cakes Gas get turned off cook'em on hot plates [Verse 4: Du-Rag] Got the gat on my face And the [?] wit' [?] And I keep all the dope At my grandmama place Nigga talk shit Suck'em [?] up Just to show his punk ass What that Du-Rag's 'bout Nigguh [Hook x2: Du-Rag] [Verse 5: Murder Mike and (Du-Rag)] I'm a cold world hustla Gangsta to the core Kill a nigga tryna' cut in line At the store Smoke his ass right [?] Just to show your motherfucka Not to disrespect mine (They used to call me double-up Homie get ya hustle up) Now niggas shoot Cuz they too scared to knuckle up But I got a couple of Fully auto-fire ones Teflon [?] Here, nigga, try it on [Hook x2: Murder Mike] [Hook: Murder Mike and Du-Rag]