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
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 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
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 My homie
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