Murs - Pals lyrics

[Himself: Spoken] Yeah, Uh, another Netherworlds hit This is Himself along with Anacron and Murs What you know about your true homeboys See friends help you move, and real friends help you move bodies [Verse 1: Himself] Your homeboy will come kick it even though you broke He'll come through with something to do more than just smoke Laugh at your jokes, cuz your both in the same sh** Don't have to take five minutes to explain it Your homeboys are them people that you hang with Your homeboys are them n***as that you bang with Your homeboys got your back when you got problems And your real homeboys will try to help you solve 'em True homeboys yeah they show patience They'll help you beat a fools a** in the train station Ready to stand up against what you facin' And you got love even though your homeboys be fakin' [Verse 2: Murs] Now when you're down for somebody you don't raise when there's trouble Street beef with the police, you stay down through the struggle Only down for a few when it comes to me Cuz most n***as won't even watch your back while you pee And thats a damn shame But now I realize the world to some people means different things Now the way that I was raised, it means through and through So if your homie ain't down with them fools over there then you get right behind him and scream, "f** y'all too" Even if you like the school you got his back just because And thats what the Netherworlds call homie love And thats what we call, uh, homie love (Sample) Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy [Verse 3: Anacron] What's up M? What's up Murs? What's up Jess? What's up Cop? Eastside, Krystal, Jedi, Perf, Pro and Pops Do you got some real n***as? Well that all depends, on the definition that you use to cla**ify friends I'm picky with who is selected into my exclusive and elite circle of friends Every fool I meet ain't going to be the homie But a gang of marks claim to know me Only on that sh** when they need a name to drop Those the same motherf**ers that talk sh** and spread gossip Smile like, "whats up" After the friendships in a coffin I've seen some n***as do some sh** that you would not believe Like hating on there boy to get a trick up they sleeve Or a b**h on their arm That ain't cool at all So I don't f** with fools like ? Dude your homies come first not a** and cash Them n***as you can hug and be like, "f** the past" Them n***as that will blast in the name of retaliation Them n***as that will last when you break up chains of relations The family you don't have to share blood with I'll take my boys to eat before I'm taking out a b**h And I'd gladly take out their enemies Theses G'd entities run together in the breeze Freeze the bullsh** and seize the opportunity to appreciate the eight or nine dudes thats true to me (Sample) Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy Down with a n***a damn near before a n***a was rhyming My closest homeboy