2Pac – Lil’ Homies feat. Danny Boy


Date: March 07, 1996
Producer: Johnny „J“ Jackson
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Samples: John Lee Hooker, Santana – Chill Out


Lyrics:

[Little Boy]

Hey Junior Mafia I got something for your mothafuckin’ ass

[Intro – 2PAC]

Fuckin’ lil homies,
everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil homies,
lil homies,
everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil homies

[Verse 1 – 2PAC]

Just pay attention
Here’s a story bout my lil’ homies, straight thuggin
Lil’ bad young motherfucker, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) 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 to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo’ money, mo’ bitches, mo’ murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wouldn’t stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin ‘fore you get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn’t know me
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil’ homies

[Chorus – 2PAC + Danny Boy]

Lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight (yeah nigga) lets get high tonight (my lil homies)
Lil homies on the mash, runnin on these punk police
Cuz lil niggaz run these streets

Lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight (yeah nigga) lets get high tonight (my lil homies)
Lil homies on the mash, runnin on these punk police (young muthafuckaz)
Cuz lil niggaz run these streets

[Verse 2 – 2PAC]

I remember.. when you was just a lil’ G
Flirting 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 to squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit
Tell me, young nigga if ya 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 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 loaded up 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 show me, my lil’ homies

[Chorus – 2PAC & 2PAC speaking over Chrous + Danny Boy]

Lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight (yeah nigga) lets get high tonight (lil bad ass muthafuckaz)
Lil homies on the mash, runnin on these punk police
Cuz lil niggaz run these streets

Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
You lil’ bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga!
Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!

Lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight (yeah nigga) lets get high tonight (my lil homies)
Lil homies on the mash, runnin on these punk police
Cuz lil niggaz run these streets

[Verse 3 – 2PAC]

First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony (what’s up) motherfuckers cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin underage, but he’ll blaze on yo’ 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 sale, 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 mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin the world to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don’t quit
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me
Bust like he didn’t know me, my fuckin lil’ homies

[Chorus – 2PAC + Danny Boy]

Lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight (yeah nigga) lets get high tonight (my lil homies)
Lil homies on the mash, runnin on these punk police
Cuz lil niggaz run these streets

Lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight (yeah nigga) lets get high tonight (my lil homies)
Lil homies on the mash, runnin on these punk police
Cuz lil niggaz run these streets

[Outro – 2PAC (over chorus)]

Whassup nigga let’s do this shit! My lil’ homies!
Lil’ bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil’ homies!
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil’ homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil’ homies
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?!
Nigga take yo’ shit off, lil’ homies!
We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz
Westside! Deathrow nigga
You know what time it is, my lil’ homies
You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga
My lil’ homies..
Yaki Kadafi
Hussein Fatal
Napolean
E.D.I. Amin
K. Kastro
Big muthafuckin Syke
Boniti
Makaveli
My fuckin lil homiez
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga
Double glocks on you bitch made niggaz
I open fire on these new deadly streets
Closed casket, fuck you bastards
My muthafuckn lil homiez don’t give a fuck about none of you niggaz
Fuck your famlies, fuck your kids nigga
My fuckin lil homiez, fuck all ya’ll niggas, outlaw westside ridahs (my lil homies)
Bad Boy killa, fuck all you niggaz, hey LL meet my lil homiez,
LL Cool J, (thuglife) say what nigga
I’ll rock your muthafuckin bells, me and my muthafuckin outlawz, my lil homiez
Who want to get with this old wild shit, my lil homiez
Muthafuckin mack 11, mini 14s, A.R. 15s on you bitch made niggaz
3.57 six muthafuckin times, hollow points
I’m up in this muthafucka, you niggaz don’t want it, my lil homies,
Mothafuckin police nigga get into the car, nigga we fin to ride on these
Mothafuckas, they don’t want to see these
Outlaw niggaz
Not us
My lil homies
Blast you bitch made niggaz
357 ?????? on punk bitch ass nigga
What

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