My Homie

Mmm mmm yo yo YO!!

Yo yo, yo yo yo yo

Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up

Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit

Yo yo, yo, uh-huh

Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat

since I bought "1st Infantry" and shit, hehehe

Yo yo yo yo

What's a real nigga addiction?

Money weed and bitches

Hangin with snitches

Shit it wasn't my intention

I didn't know; I knew him for years

Who would think his gums were soft

To all my niggaz I would die for

Load my pistol up go out and war for

Spend my last you keep yo' half we all poor

No way to go I'll walk you through my front door

My ninjas do the same

See when we was younger you was my mane, nigga

I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand

Puttin my life up in yo' hands

Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! For really though?

We was just slingin oxy like a year ago

You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe

Cuz you hit my 'dro

See my nigga youse a ho; remember them Cheerios? (Yeah)

Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor

I'm like fo' sho' (Donatello) catch you on the rebound

You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down

What goes around comes arizzound, the sky's up

Inhale it slow, keep yo' mouth shut

Bet he won't tell no mo'

Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo' ass comin from?)

Fo' sho'

Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)

Awwwwww shit

Started around the bottom, ended up at the top

Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock

Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops?

Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots

Got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga

You got your sentence reduced cause you told 'em I pulled the trigger

And I was lookin out for you! (YOU!)

Tried to show him just how we do

Put all my shit aside and now I'm through

Figured that I would keep it Crippy this what this real nigga get me

Locked up for like a century while you get chances of a Bentley

Fuck, my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty

My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him

but probably not' shit I ain't sweatin it

Cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped

Can't get over how we was, tough as leather

Man we did everything together

Fucked our first bitches earned, our first cheddar

Robbed the first nigga was down, for whatever

And I'll blast 'til forever if we had too

But it's all cool

Started around the bottom

Started around the bottom, ended up at the top Don't let these niggaz know your plots

Wha-word, wha-word, word... Q!!