2Pac

Fuckin lil homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil homies
My lil homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Heres a story bout my lil homies, straight thuggin
Lil bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemys block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin money makin dummies out the police, aint no peace
for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo money, mo bitches, mo murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wouldnt stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin fore youu get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didnt know me
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil homies
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Lil homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, lets get high tonight
(my lil homies)
Lil homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk police, cause lil niggaz run the sreets
(my fuckin lil homies)
[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 niggaz 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 you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin Gs, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo-fo
and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!)
Try to tell him but he act like he dont know me
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil homie
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
You lil bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga!
Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!
[2Pac]
First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin underage, but hell blaze on yo bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets aint no peace, shell-shocked souls
makin money off of crack sales, young black males
Unable to change cause its a cycle
Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do
Lil Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin the world to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they dont quit
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me
Bust like he didnt know me, my lil homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Whassup nigga lets do this shit! My lil homies!
Lil bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil homies!
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!
Nigga take yo shit on, lil homies!
We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde!
You know what time it is, my lil homies!
[2Pac as Chorus fades out]
You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga
My lil homies..
[ Lil Homies Lyrics ]