Big Homies (Official Audio) Lyrics

Fuck em all, start bussin' at these fake friends

They all wanna see me dead, cause I'm makin' ends

Everybody say they down, but that ain't really true

So I keep my head up, and I see it through

Watch the cops, watch the bitches, watch everybody

Cause now they want me in the pen like I'm John Gotti

Nowadays everybody wanna talk a lot

I know they comin' for my head like my homie Pac

But I don't give a fuck, so I gotta spit it raw

Since 1987, I was born to ball

All my people gang bangin', that pistol packin

Plus they love it in the hood, so they keep it crackin

From the streets to the pen, still slingin' dope

And everybody wonder why we got no hope

Drug money, dirty guns, no we can't quit

Tell em that we peep gang from the government

Fake homies are the spies, look em in his eye tonight

He gon' die tonight

Big homies on the mash, bussin' at these fake phonies

Cause big homies run the street

Fake homies are the spies, look em in his eye tonight

He gon' die tonight

Big homies on the mash, bussin' at these fake phonies

Cause big homies run the street

All the homies gang bang like a ritual

It gets bloody in the hood, shit is critical

Some homies in the pen, servin' 25

Still connected to the hood, so they keep it live

Big homies in the pen, time to pay a visit

You only get one shot, so you can't miss it

Yeah my uncle made your time back in 99

But now God got his back, so we doin' fine

Don't trust the legal system, they'll fuck you off

Be a man, do your thang like a fuckin' boss

Hit em up, bang bang, you know how we do

You only get one chance, and you know it's true

Keep your eyes on the prize, and you steady rise

So fuck what they say, don't believe them lies

It's just me against the world, fuck em all now

I put myself in the game, I'm the ball now

Fake homies are the spies, look em in the eye tonight

He gon' die tonight

Big homies on the mash, bustin' at these fake phonies

Cause big homies run the street

Fake homies are the spies, look em in the eye tonight

He gon' die tonight

Big homies on the mash, bustin' at these fake phonies

Cause big homies run the street

Murder murder give it raw on my last verse

Cause one day we all gon' ride in a black hearse

Can't have none of it when you dead and gone

Stay away from the weak and remain strong

If they wanna fuck around, I'll be first to bomb

Witness to a homicide but remain calm

All black, make my jewelry stand out

Plus my face and my money bring the hoes out

Hit the gas, fill out, screamin' Westside

Keep it real, y'all know that's the best side

So 365, hustle for the dope

And if you ever do some dirt, keep it on the low

And watch who you roll with, that's for sure

In due time, they'll be snitchin' to the 5-0

No love, no respect, fuck the bullshit

Keep bustin' till you empty out a full clip

Fake homies are the spies, look him in his eye tonight

He gon' die tonight

Big homies on the mash, bustin' at these fake phonies

Cause big homies run the street

Fake homies are the spies, look him in his eye tonight

He gon' die tonight

Big homies on the mash, bustin' at these fake phonies

Cause big homies run the street

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