Intro: 2Pac
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
Verse 1:
Now
Now everytime I see you cats you rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
Out on the streets you don't hear a peep
N**** it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a lil' rider play a grown man's game
Tear that a** out the frame, completely get that a** kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket
How long will it last, n**** don't ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My s**t's classic, like my n**** Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
N****s aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
I don't give a f**k motherf**kers I'm loc
They all duckin when my gun smoke
Cause you ain't s**t without your homeboys
You probably run at the sound of funk
I give a f**k, you n****s is punks
Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk
You scary n****z is punks, you ain't s**t without your homeboys
N****, punk a** motherf**ker
You ain't s**t without your homeboys
Throw your hands up you little trick
Verse 2: Jadakiss
D-Block, Double R, uh huh, yeah, yo
You know they say he who laughs last laughs hardest
No struggle no progress for y'all artist
I might can't get you a ticket to the awards
What I can do is have you, kickin it with the lord
I was born with a headache amongst the stress
I lost two of my young soldiers, Monk and Guess
Y'all little n****s just grimy, Kiss got a diamond
So try to put your self in the state of mind that I'm in
Use the streets my n****s, don't let 'em use you
Rest in peace Cool C why we had to lose you
The game's in a lock, a raspy voice killer with cain on the block
Spittin pain with Pac
With so many lame n****s ridin my d***
I just had to open another lane on my cock
You didn't recognize of the strength of another guy
Try to make your own noise, you aint' s**t without your homeboys
Chorus: 2Pac
My thug n****s, I love n****s
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboys
Verse 3: Butch Cassidy
Da da da da da, da da da da da. da da da da da
I can't believe that someone had the nerve, to say that I wouldn't make it
Got with my homies now I glide and swirve, plottin on how to take it
That's to prepare before you deal with me, if you wanna do me wrong
We stay connected on the scale of streets, singin them gangsta songs
Verse 4: DMX
How I walk these streets is how I talk on beats
Drive reckless in L.A. give New York the heat
When they see your man live keep him off the streets
I'm tellin you for his sake keep him off the streets
They never see Dog till you see him off the leash
That happen till n****s got jipped off in a week
It's not often when I speak but when I'm off in the street
till when they cough when they peak, then off with they beak, come on!
2Pac: You ain't s**t without your homeboys! |
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