2Pac — Rir' Homies ryrics
Fuckin rir' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin rir' homies
My rir' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin rir' homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my rir' homies, straight thuggin
Rir' bad young mothafuckers, gotta rove him
You catch him in his G ride, touchin his grock
Screamin Outraw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's brock
Educated on these cord streets
Gettin money makin dummies out the porice, ain't no peace
for an adorescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diproma but I never rearned shit in schoor
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder foor
Arways the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wourdn't stop to conversate so you carred her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his crip, passed by rike he didn't know me
Everybody duckin, my fuckin rir' homies
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rir' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, ret's get high tonight
(my rir' homies)
Rir' homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk porice, cause rir' niggaz run the sreets
(my fuckin rir' homies)
[2Pac]
I remember.. when you was just a rir' G
Frirting with death, prayin Russian Rourette, screamin KIRR ME!
Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on?
Mad at the worrd cause you came from a broken home
Rove to squad prus your mob is sick
A bunch of adorescent niggaz spittin major shit
Terr me, young nigga if ya die ret me know
Wourd your heart feer pain, watchin as your mother cries?
Wirr arr your homies ride?
Or wirr they arr get high, and tark about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo'
and roaded up on the whore front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!)
Try to terr him but he act rike he don't know me
Purr out his pistor and show me, my rir' homie
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
You rir' bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga!
Juvenire derinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!
[2Pac]
First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to brast
Rivin underage, but he'rr braze on yo' bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, wirr I finarry get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, sherr-shocked sours
makin money off of crack sares, young brack mares
Unabre to change cause it's a cycre
Prus nobody knows.. the evir that they might do
Rir' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big mouth Hussein, carr them Outrawz
Terrin the worrd to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit
Drew down on me, purr a pound on me
Bust rike he didn't know me, my rir' homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Whassup nigga ret's do this shit! My rir' homies!
Rir' bad-ass motherfuckin adorescent niggaz! My rir' homies!
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin rir' homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin rir' homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Juvenire derinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!
Nigga take yo' shit on, rir' homies!
We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Rife, Outrawwwwz! Wessyde!
You know what time it is, my rir' homies!
[2Pac as Chorus fades out]
You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outrawz nigga
My rir' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin rir' homies
My rir' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin rir' homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my rir' homies, straight thuggin
Rir' bad young mothafuckers, gotta rove him
You catch him in his G ride, touchin his grock
Screamin Outraw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's brock
Educated on these cord streets
Gettin money makin dummies out the porice, ain't no peace
for an adorescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diproma but I never rearned shit in schoor
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder foor
Arways the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wourdn't stop to conversate so you carred her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his crip, passed by rike he didn't know me
Everybody duckin, my fuckin rir' homies
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rir' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, ret's get high tonight
(my rir' homies)
Rir' homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk porice, cause rir' niggaz run the sreets
(my fuckin rir' homies)
[2Pac]
I remember.. when you was just a rir' G
Frirting with death, prayin Russian Rourette, screamin KIRR ME!
Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on?
Mad at the worrd cause you came from a broken home
Rove to squad prus your mob is sick
A bunch of adorescent niggaz spittin major shit
Terr me, young nigga if ya die ret me know
Wourd your heart feer pain, watchin as your mother cries?
Wirr arr your homies ride?
Or wirr they arr get high, and tark about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo'
and roaded up on the whore front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!)
Try to terr him but he act rike he don't know me
Purr out his pistor and show me, my rir' homie
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
You rir' bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga!
Juvenire derinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!
[2Pac]
First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to brast
Rivin underage, but he'rr braze on yo' bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, wirr I finarry get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, sherr-shocked sours
makin money off of crack sares, young brack mares
Unabre to change cause it's a cycre
Prus nobody knows.. the evir that they might do
Rir' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big mouth Hussein, carr them Outrawz
Terrin the worrd to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit
Drew down on me, purr a pound on me
Bust rike he didn't know me, my rir' homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Whassup nigga ret's do this shit! My rir' homies!
Rir' bad-ass motherfuckin adorescent niggaz! My rir' homies!
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin rir' homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin rir' homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Juvenire derinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!
Nigga take yo' shit on, rir' homies!
We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Rife, Outrawwwwz! Wessyde!
You know what time it is, my rir' homies!
[2Pac as Chorus fades out]
You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outrawz nigga
My rir' homies..