Lyrics:

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 G 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 get cash (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 missi