LoRider - This is for My Homiez lyrics

(Pump funk fo the people) Yeah Come around my way Come around my way It's the Big Ill with the Al (This is for the homies) [ VERSE 1: Al Skratch ] I got a letter from my homie Big Ill in the mail It said: Use your head, Al, stay away from jail Cause ah, it ain't for you and ah, it ain't for me I tell you now it ain't the place you wanna be So I keep to myself nowadays Lay back, recline and get paid from my phrase Sometimes I get caught in a deep thought As I drink a quart of the cold old dog that I bought The more I drink, the more I start to think of him Locked up in the clink, will he sink or swim? I'm what they call the rap rebel Madball I'm nice with the dice, watch em bounce off the wall I come to your party, bounce through with my crew We pourin out some brew for some homies that we knew I'm searchin for my homie but he can't be found I wanna give him a pound and let him know that he's down Where the homies Creepin through the hood Where my homies Come around my way Aiyo up to no good (Where my homies) Where they at, where they at (Creepin through the neighborhood For all those good times we had together This song is for the homies This is for the homies) [ VERSE 2: Big Ill the Mack ] Well, it's Big Ill, the Babblin Bum, the bum that's babblin Don't try to step to this, my fist be travellin Unravellin, land on the gravel when you fall Yes yes y'all, I travel through the messhall Now where my homie, I'm by my lonely I shoulda listened to what my mama told me But it's too late, I'm upstate pumpin weight cause I'm frail What you gonna do when you get out of jail? Bust a cap, bust a cap, put that a** on the map Here's a slap in the grill cause you tried to front on Ill And I'm locked down (plow!) how the Glock sound? That's what you get for tryin to blow up the spot, clown That's the ability, load up the artillery Your body I'll deliver to the river, gee Remember me with the (Crooklyn residency) Now you can take me out of Brooklyn but you can't take Brooklyn out of me That's how it be, gee (Raise your forties For the missing homies For all those good times we had together This song is for our homies This is for the homies, yeah) [ VERSE 3: Big Ill the Mack (& Al Skratch) ] Well, it's the I to the l to the l Straight out the cell with Al, from the fiery pits of hell (Aiyo what's up Big Ill, how you doin?) Aiyo what's up Al Skratch, now can we woo-woo-woo? (Come around my way) That's what I'm about to do (Come around my way) Aiyo, I wanna kick it with your crew (Now 1-2 in the project halls with the Madballs Everyday all day, on 56 Broadway) But I'm Big Ill comin straight out the pen B to the k to the l to the y to the n Bo! (Let off a round, how that sound? Ain't nothin goin down without the Brooklyn and the Uptown) Yeah, so where my homies at? (They're over here) Now do they got my back, do they got my back? (Yeah) Don't creep through my hood in the wrong way (This is for my homies) Now let the song play Shipped upstate Aiyo it's too late