Mark Sparks - My Homeboys (Back To Back) lyrics

[Intro; Kurupt] You know what I'm saying? There's a lot of things going on You know, you've got to stay strong, you've got to be right! Keep your mind right, you know what I'm saying Eastwood? Don't play too many games, you know it's like a generation gap There's a lot of things going on, you've got to keep your head right That's what Pac used to tell us, you've got to think towards the future That's what Pac used to tell us,You know what I mean Eastwood? If Pac was here you know what he'd say? [Verse 1: 2Pac] I ain't sh** without my own home-boys Rather be buried, than see us parted Keep it close to my heart, because we're the ones that got this sh** started! You recollect we used to bust on snitches Nobody comes before my n******gs, f** all you b**hes! All my homeboys are self-sufficient So be suspicious of your scandalous tricks Got the police taking our pictures! Love to hang out on the corner, but we known to ride Me and my motherf**ing homeboys down to die For each other, because we're closer than brothers It's like you came in, not forgetting the party popping When my squad walks in Throw up your hands baby, buy me a drink, stop acting phony Don't forget to bring something for all my homies To know me is to love a thug n***a to the fullest, ducking bullets Snatching guns when these trick n******gs pull it Handle my business like a professional, the whole world knows me But I ain't sh** without my homies Me and my f**ing homies [Chorus: Kurupt, Eastwood] Back to back, together forever we're staying And if you're there for your homies, let me see your hands! Two steps with me, left to right Me and my homies keep it popping all night! Back to back, together forever we're staying And if you're there for your homies, let me see your hands! Two steps with me, left to right Me and my homies keep it popping all night! [Verse 2: Eastwood] Well, I [?] when I bang with the row To the [?] rolling the Gestapo! I'm a self made rider, a mini Catch us hanging at your local club, plugged out, guzzling [?] I'm the reason why your keys don't work Most of you are cowards and, when it comes to hammers, you can't work the jerk! I'm in the front line with the homies, and I ain't gonna' lie, it keeps it real! I'm pushing big body Benz on them big boy rims! We're fifty deep, and SUV's full of ammo We're d**h from[?], call us the Rogue Sopranos! We keep it packing What's happening? We've got them chrome toys Me and my homies got a force that you can't ignore! Slip me the 9, I'm ready to ride for my homeboys We're d**h Row, let's do or die, with my homeboys! [?] until my soul is free I'ma smash for the homies, hope they smash for me! [Verse 3: Kurupt] Yeah finally, a record with Pac, and a real one! That he really rolled with, from here to the Brazilians I'll leave you soaking wet I have a [?] on my homicidal turret The line gets pushed 'till [?] Or fall, lose your life, sight and all your breath! To all you busters all across the globe Kick back and let the real ones roll! I've got a military mind frame, I've got a military artillery mind frame I'm about to show you how real hood ride, man! Switch it in and out, go for the second lane Me and my homeboys do so many different things Some of them pimp, and some gang bang We keep it chill, no matter what, I thought you knew about us! Me and all the homies, y'all can't live without us! [Chorus: Kurupt, Eastwood] [Verse 4:Kurupt] From the real hood, to the streets, Pac, Gotti and Eastwood, let's just rack it all up Let's see who's the best, come to my [?] Ride all busters, and accept nothing else And smother all y'all, like as if Pac never left! I can see you in disguise,when I look in your eyes If Pac were alive, half of y'all would be dead! [Chorus: Kurupt, Eastwood]