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Don't let the light skin fool you nigga
This shit real homeboy
Little Bizzy the Kid is definitely the motherfuckin' real-ity
As I sit down and I write this letter to my dear brother
Dear brother, heavenly grace and peace be unto
You in your time of persecution dear brother
I pray this letter greet you in good spirit and peace
I love you, I miss you, I love you
Motherfuckin' love from the ghetto, well excuse me for the homie
For the homie, do it intact, yea, with the shirt on my back
For the homie, I sing songs of cash
For the family, I'll never forget you, whatever you need
For the family, I walk in the streets, I know you see
For my mama, I'll do anything that I can
Gotta love my father, the father, the man, the man, the man
For my sister, had to help her goin' out with the nephew
The best that I can for my sister, I try to express my love
For my brother, I greet you with a spiritual kiss
For my brother's spiritual gifts, I sell that piece for ya
One, collaborations only to spread that joy
One for my father, the best homeboy
You can find me with my homies
I'll never run, I'll never hide from my homies
I'm down to ride, I'm down to die with all my homies
Kickin' with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin' for my homies
Deep in the streets we stayin' alive
My homies, they're my young thug outlaws
Down for whatever when a soldier makes his call
We miss you O.G. from the families locked away
Upstate, behind bars, up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers who lost their life in the struggle
From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E, we miss your hustle
The trouble when the lights went out
It's still a war zone and you're still the homie no doubt
Life of a vigilante with the street authority
My homies are forever 'til eternity
Enemies get bucked, trust no man
I'm in the land where they banned every kid that they man
Propaganda in this white man's world
The devil's reject where the methamphetamine burns
The world turns, never leave you lonely
I'm your confidant, your one and only homie
You can find me with my homies
I'll never run, I'll never hide from my homies
I'm down to ride, I'm down to die with all my homies
Kickin' with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin' for my homies
Deep in the streets we stayin' alive
My definition of a homie is a brother with pride
That fool that'll always have your back
Not givin' a care who's down to ride
To never lead you astray, to put his life in front of yours
I'm havin' a vision in my mind
My dogs are steppin' up to my point
'Cause I'm a true blue thug and I'm keepin' it real
My dogs ain't never givin' away
That's what you call the real deal
As I pour a little liquor for those who passed
My true soldiers in the green
They gave my life and they crashed
My definition of a homie
My dogs ain't never gonna leave me lonely
Straight ridin', we ain't no phonies
Like criminals stop some mystical ponies
Straight ridin' through the city
Givin' it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank Nitty
Mr. Solid bitches down showin' no pity
Rollin' it up for all my homies that are with me
You can find me with my homies
I'll never run, I'll never hide from my homies
I'm down to ride, I'm down to die with all my homies
Kickin' with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin' for my homies
Deep in the streets we stayin' alive
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