2Pac, Danny Boy Steward, Natasha Walker - Lil' Homies (Original Version) lyrics

Hey Junior Mafia I got something
For your mothafuckin’ ass

Fuckin’ lil' homies
Everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil' homies

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

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

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

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

"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

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

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, EDI 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