What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies! Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies! When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quitīust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies Makin money off of crack sales, young black males On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch assĪnd if it is, will I finally get to be at peace? Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast better protect that shit!īustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me

Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streetsĪnd loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries? Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know Mad at the world cause you came from a broken homeĪ bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on? Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz get cashįlirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME! Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)ĭrinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them bustersĮmptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school

Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peaceįor an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinkerīud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker

Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin

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