Fuckin´ lil´ homies
Everybody duckin´, my fuckin´ lil´ homies
Lil´ homies
Everybody duckin´, my fuckin´ lil´ homies

Just pay attention, here´s a story ´bout my lil´ homies
Straight thuggin´, lil´ bad young mothafuckas, gotta love ´em
You could catch him in his G ride clutchin´ his Glock
Screamin´, Outlaw! (Westside mothafuckas) bustin´ on my enemy´s block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin´ money, makin´ dummies out the police
Ain´t no peace for an adolescent nigga too wild to be a thinker
Bud smokin´ 24/7, everyday drinker
Got my diploma, but I never learned shit in school
Mo´ money, mo´ bitches, mo´ murder, fool!
Always the young niggas gettin´ in shit
She wouldn´t stop to conversate, so you called her a bitch

Bustin´ on paper thin mothafuckas
Drinkin´ gin before you get to sinnin´ on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn´t know me
Everybody duckin´, my fuckin´ lil´ homies

Lil´ homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight, let´s get high tonight
Lil´ homies on the mash
Runnin´ from these punk police
‘Cause lil´ niggas run the streets
Lil´ homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight, let´s get high tonight
Lil´ homies on the mash
Runnin´ from these punk police
‘Cause lil´ niggas run the streets
I remember when you was just a lil´ G

Flirtin´ with death, playin´ Russian Roulette, screamin´, "Kill me!"
Hey there, young nigga, what you smokin´ on?
Mad at the world ‘cause you came from a broken home?
Love the squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent niggas spittin´ major shit
Tell me, young nigga, if you die, let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watchin´ as your mother cries?
Will all your homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggas 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 unloaded on the whole front row (Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!)

Try to tell him, but he act like he don´t know me
Pull out his pistol and he show me; my lil´ homie

Lil´ homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight, let´s get high tonight
Lil´ homies on the mash
Runnin´ from these punk police
‘Cause lil´ niggas run the streets
Lil´ homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight, let´s get high tonight
Lil´ homies on the mash
Runnin´ from these punk police
‘Cause lil´ niggas run the streets

"First 2 Bomb," "16 On Death Row"
Bustin´ on them phony mothafuckas ‘cause the big homie said so
Niggas knew I was a nutcase, quick to blast

Livin´ underage, but he´ll blaze on your bitch-ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain´t no peace, shell-shocked souls
Makin´ 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´ Mu´, Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein, call ´em Outlawz
Tellin´ the world to be equipped
When these young mothafuckas rip shit, they don´t quit
Drew down on me, pulled a pound on me
Bust like he didn´t know me; my lil´ homies

Lil´ homies on the ride
Niggas gonna die tonight, let´s get high tonight
Lil´ homies on the mash
Runnin´ from these punk police
‘Cause lil´ niggas run the streets

What´s up, nigga, let´s do this shit! My lil´ homies!
Lil´ bad-ass mothafuckin´ adolescent niggas! My lil´ homies!
What the fuck you niggas wanna do?
WHAT, NIGGA? My fuckin´ lil´ homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin´ lil´ homies
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you mothafuckas
What the fuck you niggas wanna do, nigga?!
Nigga, take yo´ shit on, lil´ homies!

We robbin´ mothafuckas, nigga
Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! West Siiide!
You know what time it is, my lil´ homies!
You know what the fuck you gotta do, nigga
Outlawz, nigga, my lil´ homies