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Lyricist: Kurupt
| Song: | I Ain't Shit Without My Homeboyz |  
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 A Soopafly/Daz productionSuckers!
 
 (Daz)
 How many real homeboys y'all got out there?
 Can y'all count on one hand? I can
 Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas
 Funky fresh in the flesh
 Yeah
 That's what I'm talking about
 Yo Kurupt, kick that!
 
 (Kurupt)
 I ain't shit with out my homeboys
 Although at times it seems
 Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams
 Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
 Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
 It's complicated like a puzzle
 Puzzle pieces and money double
 ????????? really in trouble
 I'ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots
 Then get ghost by the most of y'all get ?gostic?
 Get the fuck out of here!
 Ain't no body else I can call(who dat?)
 Besides my motherfucking doggs
 I ain't shit without my homeboyz
 
 (Daz)
 When there's trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on
 On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right
 I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me higher
 Always drinking and smoking Philly's
 Getting a nigga wild
 Gettin paid, that's my only desire
 Big Style, Lil' Floss, Tray Dee and me
 K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye
 Until then
 I hope God don't pass me by
 Every day I work harder to try
 Never to fall
 But I often rise!
 Every day before I open my eyes
 To my cousin Big Flip locked down in the pen
 To my other homeboyz I won't ever see again
 Like gone in the wind
 Like a lottery spin
 When it comes down to it
 Nigga, who's your foes and your friends?
 I ain't shit without my homeboyz
 
 (Crooked Eye)
 So what could make a crook stay down for his troop
 Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh?
 What about the cops we hid from on the roof
 Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof
 We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root
 We wasn't supposed to make it our survival don't compute
 I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me
 We had navigator dreams and only bus money
 We rise and we fall together, all together
 We brawl and we ball together
 Doggs forever
 Like Uhhh (lots of people) And you don't stop!
 Fuck around with one of the homies
 Watch the glock pop!
 One love and keep hollering back
 We could split my last dollar in fact
 Pop your collar to that
 Crooked Eye need a whole click
 And like 'folls and giblets'
 That's some cold shit. my nigga, some cold shit
 
 (Soopafly)
 Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit
 When we ride together niggas be like 'Oh Shit!'
 Dogg Pound in the house, rockin the party
 (lots of people) All night long!
 Gettin high til the break of dawn
 Chipped up like a cellular phone
 Back up, watch it shine like chrome
 And division when you in this shit
 But together we can't be fucked with, crush shit
 Never settle for less then the plush shit
 But still don't forget when we was broke
 About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke
 Man, I can count on both hands
 The different stands and planes
 Niggaz took to make it better for the fam
 We made our first five grand, was like god damn
 New khakis and cortese
 We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is
 Still clockin more biz
 Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked
 Soopafly ????? and chucks, but I ain't shit without my homeboyz
 
 (overlapping last line, sung)
 Please believe I ain't shit without my homeboyz(and that's real shit)
 I ain't nothing without my homeboyz (I ain't shit without my homeboyz)
 
 (Slip Capone)
 Shit, not Capone
 Real niggaz I knew before I was grown
 A lot of motherfuckers died
 But I'ma still ride
 And represent the evil motherfuckin westside
 It ain't nothing but trues
 Real niggaz that payed the dues
 Picture me rollin with gay dudes
 Nigga please, we g's and dress like we serve keys
 On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g's
 Down to die for each other
 Cause you and I for each other
 In a gangster matrimony we brothers
 Can't nothing seperate gang
 We ganged from intiation to marks
 Fuck around and catch she sparks
 Cause see no gangsta gang
 That I motherfuckin claim
 Run ?siegal, money mack,? and mack is you man
 I ain't shit without my homeboyz
 
 (Chorus til fade)
 I ain't nothing without my homeboyz
 Please believe I ain't shit without my homeboyz
 
 
		
		
	
 
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