Johnny J - Lil' Homies lyrics

[Intro] f**in' lil' homies… Everybody duckin', my f**in' lil' homies Lil' homies… Everybody duckin', my f**in' lil' homies [Verse 1] Just pay attention; here's a story 'bout my lil' homies Straight thuggin', lil' bad young motherf**ers Gotta love 'em, you could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock Screamin', "Outlaw!" (West Side motherf**er!), 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 n***a too wild, to be a thinker Bud smokin' 24/7, everyday drinker Got my diploma, but I never learned sh** in school Mo' money, mo' b**hes, mo' murder, fool! Always the young n***as gettin' in sh** She wouldn't stop to conversate, so you called her a b**h (b*atch!) Bustin' on paper thin motherf**ers Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them busters Emptied his clip, pa**ed by like he didn't know me Everybody duckin', my f**in' lil' homies [Hook] Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets [Verse 2] I remember, when you was just a lil' G, flirtin' with d**h Playin' "Russian Roulette", screamin', "k** me!" Hey there, young n***a, what you smokin' on? Mad at the world ‘cause you came from a broken home? Love the squad, plus your mob is sick A bunch of adolescent n***as spittin' major sh** Tell me, young n***a, if you 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 n***as on a mission to compete Gettin' G's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the f**in' 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 he show me; my lil' homie [Hook] Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homie) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets [Verse 3] "First 2 Bomb", "16 On d**h Row" Bustin' on them phony motherf**ers ‘Cause the big homie said so n***as knew I was a nutcase, quick to blast Livin' underage, but he'll blaze on your b**h-a** 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' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro Big Malcom, Hussein, call 'em Outlawz Tellin' the world to be equipped When these young motherf**ers rip sh**, they don't quit Drew down on me, pulled a pound on me Bust like he didn't know me; my lil' homies [Hook] Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police ‘Cause lil' n***as run the streets Lil' homies on the ride n***as gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight Lil' homies on the mash.. [Collision] Wha**up n***a let's do this sh**! My lil' homies! Lil' bad-a** motherf**in' adolescent n***as! My lil' homies! What the f** you n***as wanna do? WHAT ni**a? My f**in' lil' homies Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my f**in' lil' homies Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherf**ers What the f** you n***as wanna do n***a?! n***a take yo' sh** on, lil' homies! We robbin' motherf**ers n***a, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! West Siiide! You know what time it is, my lil' homies! You know what the f** you gotta do n***a, Outlawz n***a My lil' homies..