My Homie
Where my homies
The betta questions where they aint at
They ey'where and ey'where u ain't at
You find yaself where they at u made ya way to the wrong side of da train tracks
Good luck findin ya way back
To go is what dey trained at
When we ain't in attack mode we relaxed tho
Mad smoke in the at-mosphere
Couple bad hoes wit natural hair
Ain't no squares in my circle
Like I just finished a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch
And my niggas neva told once
Secret Society all we ask for is loyalty
Be kings amongst kings
Treat each other as royalty
Avoid the D's
At all costs
And pay all costs
On all of ya lawyer fees
To be sure to enjoy ya freedom
We don't want no problems we want peace
But long as niggas want beef
Then best believe it we gon feed em
No one man above crew
You fucks wit me
I fucks wit you
Brothers from another mother
Word to mother
Everybody gotta friend that they call they brother
And you love that brother from another mother
Or a harder father
Never seemed to bother to who?
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
Ever since you was a Peewee
Down by my knee with a wee wee
All through public school we was cool and we stayed team
Back in the days we used to sell drugs together
Rob bank together
My PNC forever
Matching guns with the twin leathers
The cheap fur felt like feathers
It's on with the girls if they let us
Pounds of the lobster mad bottles of Guinness stout
I hung with the Spartans in a Norfolk trap house
I wham shout let it out and see what ya rap bout
The homies make beats we elite what dem chat bout
Time moved on kids born and time served
Some brothers leave the street for the church to go preach the word
Wow how they life curve from wicked to righteous
My homie hug me, and said that it's a must that I write this
See the evil inside em keep the children enlightened
And remember the king's oath let em know that you viking, Word
The drama is my fate
From a commonwealth state
I keep it extra hip-hop
And tried to loop every break
Let them other crews hate and we'll break they face
It goes BLAOW!
Shotguns blast at your gate
Everybody gotta friend that they call they brother
And you love that brother from another mother
Or a harder father
Never seemed to bother to who?
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
The betta questions where they aint at
They ey'where and ey'where u ain't at
You find yaself where they at u made ya way to the wrong side of da train tracks
Good luck findin ya way back
To go is what dey trained at
When we ain't in attack mode we relaxed tho
Mad smoke in the at-mosphere
Couple bad hoes wit natural hair
Ain't no squares in my circle
Like I just finished a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch
And my niggas neva told once
Secret Society all we ask for is loyalty
Be kings amongst kings
Treat each other as royalty
Avoid the D's
At all costs
And pay all costs
On all of ya lawyer fees
To be sure to enjoy ya freedom
We don't want no problems we want peace
But long as niggas want beef
Then best believe it we gon feed em
No one man above crew
You fucks wit me
I fucks wit you
Brothers from another mother
Word to mother
Everybody gotta friend that they call they brother
And you love that brother from another mother
Or a harder father
Never seemed to bother to who?
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
Ever since you was a Peewee
Down by my knee with a wee wee
All through public school we was cool and we stayed team
Back in the days we used to sell drugs together
Rob bank together
My PNC forever
Matching guns with the twin leathers
The cheap fur felt like feathers
It's on with the girls if they let us
Pounds of the lobster mad bottles of Guinness stout
I hung with the Spartans in a Norfolk trap house
I wham shout let it out and see what ya rap bout
The homies make beats we elite what dem chat bout
Time moved on kids born and time served
Some brothers leave the street for the church to go preach the word
Wow how they life curve from wicked to righteous
My homie hug me, and said that it's a must that I write this
See the evil inside em keep the children enlightened
And remember the king's oath let em know that you viking, Word
The drama is my fate
From a commonwealth state
I keep it extra hip-hop
And tried to loop every break
Let them other crews hate and we'll break they face
It goes BLAOW!
Shotguns blast at your gate
Everybody gotta friend that they call they brother
And you love that brother from another mother
Or a harder father
Never seemed to bother to who?
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
My homie
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Writer(s): Percy Mcadoo
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