Fucking Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
My fucking Lil' Homies
Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
[Verse 1]
Just pay attention, here's a story bout my lil' homey
Str8 thuggin', lil bad young mother fucka, you gotta love him
You can catch him in his G-Ride clutching his glock
Screaming outlaw, (west side) mashing on my enemies block
Educated on these cold streets
Getting money, making dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to wild to be a thinker
Bud smoking 24-7, everyday drinking
I got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo money, mo bitches, mo murder fool
Always the young niggaz getting in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin mother fuckas
Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them bustas
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin'
My fucking lil' homies
[Chorus]
Lil' homies on the ride
(Yeah nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
[Verse 2]
I remember, when we was just a little G
Flirting with death, playing Russian Roulette
Screaming Kill Me!
Hey there young nigga what you smoking on
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Let us sob cause your mom's is sick
A bunch of adolescent young niggaz spittin' major shit
Tell me, young nigga if you died let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watching as your mother cry?
Would all your homies ride ?
Or would they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to complete
Getting g's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a 4-4 and unloaded on the whole front row
BUCK! BUCK!
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show
My lil homies
Chorus + Background talking
[Verse 3]
First to bomb, 16 on death row
Busting on them phony mother fuckas cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew, I was a nutcase quick to blast
Living under age but he'll blaze on your bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if there is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streetz ain't no peace
Shell shocked shows making 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 Malc, Hussein call them Outlawz
Telling the world to be equipped, when these young mother fuckas rip shit
They don't quit, shoot down on me
Pull a pound on me
Bust like they didn't know me
My fucking lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(What's up nigga?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(Lil' bad ass mother fucking adolescents)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
(My Lil Homies)
Lil' homies on the ride
(What the fuck you niggaz wanna do?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
(What nigga? My fucking Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
(16, 15, 13. My fucking Lil' Homies)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
(Juvenille delinquents ready to bust on you mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(What the fuck you wanna do nigga? Lil' Homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(They can take your shit over)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(We robbing mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(Thuglife)
Let's get, high tonight
(Outlawz, Westside)
Lil' homies on the mash
(You know what time it is)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
My Lil' Homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(My Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight
Everybody Ducking
My fucking Lil' Homies
Lil' Homies
Everybody Ducking
[Verse 1]
Just pay attention, here's a story bout my lil' homey
Str8 thuggin', lil bad young mother fucka, you gotta love him
You can catch him in his G-Ride clutching his glock
Screaming outlaw, (west side) mashing on my enemies block
Educated on these cold streets
Getting money, making dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to wild to be a thinker
Bud smoking 24-7, everyday drinking
I got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo money, mo bitches, mo murder fool
Always the young niggaz getting in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin mother fuckas
Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them bustas
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin'
My fucking lil' homies
[Chorus]
Lil' homies on the ride
(Yeah nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
[Verse 2]
I remember, when we was just a little G
Flirting with death, playing Russian Roulette
Screaming Kill Me!
Hey there young nigga what you smoking on
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Let us sob cause your mom's is sick
A bunch of adolescent young niggaz spittin' major shit
Tell me, young nigga if you died let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watching as your mother cry?
Would all your homies ride ?
Or would they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to complete
Getting g's, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a 4-4 and unloaded on the whole front row
BUCK! BUCK!
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show
My lil homies
Chorus + Background talking
[Verse 3]
First to bomb, 16 on death row
Busting on them phony mother fuckas cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew, I was a nutcase quick to blast
Living under age but he'll blaze on your bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if there is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streetz ain't no peace
Shell shocked shows making 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 Malc, Hussein call them Outlawz
Telling the world to be equipped, when these young mother fuckas rip shit
They don't quit, shoot down on me
Pull a pound on me
Bust like they didn't know me
My fucking lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(What's up nigga?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(Lil' bad ass mother fucking adolescents)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
(My Lil Homies)
Lil' homies on the ride
(What the fuck you niggaz wanna do?)
Niggaz gonna die tonight (Die tonight)
(What nigga? My fucking Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight (High tonight)
Lil' homies on the mash
(16, 15, 13. My fucking Lil' Homies)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies on the ride
(Juvenille delinquents ready to bust on you mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
Let's get, high tonight
(What the fuck you wanna do nigga? Lil' Homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
(They can take your shit over)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
Lil' homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(We robbing mother fuckas)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(Thuglife)
Let's get, high tonight
(Outlawz, Westside)
Lil' homies on the mash
(You know what time it is)
Runnin' from all these punk police
Cause lil' niggaz run the streets
My Lil' Homies
Lil' homies on the ride
(You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga)
Niggaz gonna die tonight
(My Lil' Homies)
Let's get, high tonight
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
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"Bad boy Killa. Fuck all you niggas! Yo LL!!! Meet my Lil Homies. LL Cool J! Say what?! Nigga, I'll rock YOUR muthafuckin bed... me and my muthafuckin Outlaws!"
I didn't know it was possible, but he's more pissed in My Lil Homiez than Hit 'Em Up (pt.1)
---song is about how young kids grow up 2 be thugs shows the negatice part of that and what are the outcomes
From the starting in the lines of the opening chorus, his combined lyrics and tone (laughter) show that he's some what proud of the fact that others have come to revere the young street soldiers that he's inspired, "Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil homies".
In the first verse it sounds like he's kinda nostalgically recalling the times that he had growing up on the streets; and he does this by talking about what the latest generation of homies might do (or have already done) on the streets.
However, in the second verse he cautions about the possible consequences associated with the life that they are living, including how it might hurt their loved ones, "Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries?". At the end of the second verse he goes into a hypothetical about one of the lil homies losing it and committing a shooting. In the background between verses we hear prisoners intimidating the young kid as he arrives to jail, "Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers...Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!".
In the final verse, he starts by vocalizing the thoughts of the young man in jail, who is reflecting on his crime and contemplating whether if living the gangster life that landed him here was really worth it in retrospect. We learn that the stimulus for the shooting was gang a order. The way in which he contemplates his bleak future, "Is there a heaven for a G?" allows us to infer that the act might not have been carried with his full heart and understanding of the repercussions. Given the turmoil that he has experienced thus far in his life, he questions whether if even death itself might finally bring him peace. Tupac then interjects his narration of the young man's thoughts with his own words and opinion on the matter: death might be better than a life of endless unrest (call it hell) on the streets. To justify his conclusion, he describes the streets as a perpetuating "cycle" of turmoil. Members of his Tupac's own crew, "call them Outlawz" are named in the closing lines of the verse, which concludes with them essentially "tellin the world to be equipped" for next violent generation of up and coming of lil homies.