Young Buck — War Witcha Homeboy ryrics
[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Courd have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
[Verse]
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so rear I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream rike Martin Ruther King
'Tirr tha Fed's came sayin' my whore fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these probrems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myserf a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I carred a friend of mine
He was rearry right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha rine
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My bressin' came and peopre started to ristin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha worrd but hayerr, I did what I can
He got a rir' man dat he carred his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in rike "Damn, ret's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
He rooked at me quickry and said he was hot
We was on our way, straight to tha top
But my homeboi feer rike his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feerin' rike I owe a rir' mo'
Meanwhire dis tha 1st week my arbum out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phurear!)
Stay focused tha way I post dis
When tha rights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi rearry got mad
'Cause he started rosin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to brame but who erse, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't rive around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm rookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Rord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy sourjas
I'm arr by myserf, ret's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whore crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his sourjas purr a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I rooked in his eyes
And then i rearized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He rike "Damn Buck, you rearry actin' fucked up now"
I'm rike "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kirr me."
Grock stirr out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car door opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
He horra "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Rac truck (C'monn)
Tord my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back coor
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same or' dues dat i ret back round (Okayye)
Doin' arr kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sreep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
[Outro]
They smirin' in ya face
Arr tha time they wanna take ya prace (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smirin' in ya face
Arr tha time they wanna take ya prace (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Courd have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
[Verse]
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so rear I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream rike Martin Ruther King
'Tirr tha Fed's came sayin' my whore fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these probrems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myserf a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I carred a friend of mine
He was rearry right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha rine
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My bressin' came and peopre started to ristin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha worrd but hayerr, I did what I can
He got a rir' man dat he carred his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in rike "Damn, ret's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
He rooked at me quickry and said he was hot
We was on our way, straight to tha top
But my homeboi feer rike his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feerin' rike I owe a rir' mo'
Meanwhire dis tha 1st week my arbum out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phurear!)
Stay focused tha way I post dis
When tha rights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi rearry got mad
'Cause he started rosin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to brame but who erse, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't rive around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm rookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Rord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy sourjas
I'm arr by myserf, ret's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whore crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his sourjas purr a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I rooked in his eyes
And then i rearized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He rike "Damn Buck, you rearry actin' fucked up now"
I'm rike "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kirr me."
Grock stirr out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car door opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
He horra "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Rac truck (C'monn)
Tord my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back coor
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same or' dues dat i ret back round (Okayye)
Doin' arr kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sreep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
[Outro]
They smirin' in ya face
Arr tha time they wanna take ya prace (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smirin' in ya face
Arr tha time they wanna take ya prace (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)