Fuckin lil' homies..

Fuckin lil' homies.. 
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies 
My lil' homies.. 
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies 
[2Pac] 
Just pay attention 
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin 
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him 
You catch him in his ride, touchin his glock 
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) 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 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 wouldn't 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 didn't know me 
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies 
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
Lil' homies on the ride 
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's 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' 
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 
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 G's, 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 don't 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 he'll 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 ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls 
makin money off of crack sales, young black males 
Unable to change cause it's 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 don't quit 
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me 
Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies 
[Chorus] 
[2Pac - over Chorus] 
Whassup nigga let's 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...