[Intro: 2Pac & Black Child]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh shit
Caught that nigga alone
Uh huh
Ay uh
This one here is ah
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous when they be fuckin' fifty deep
Yeah
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they self
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout (Word to God)
THE GAY UNIT!
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout, that's right
Faggot motherfuckers, it's murda
[Chorus: Black Child & 2Pac]
You ain't shit without your homeboys
That's right (uh-huh) on the east side (yea, uh huh)
On west side, (yea) let's ride (yea) it's yo life
You ain't shit without your homeboys
You ain't the realest, you's a squеaler
I'ma guerilla, G-Unit killer my nilla
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Evеry time I see you cats your rollin' in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why he don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep
But when you on that solo creep
Out on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent (The G-Unit) play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin' in the casket
How long will it last, nigga don't ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryna be the first to see some cash
My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggas aimin' at my head but I still wear my vest (yes)
I don't give a fuck motherfuckers I'm loc
They all duckin' when my gun smoke
[Chorus: Black Child & 2Pac]
You ain't shit without your homeboys
That's right on the east side
On west side, let's ride it's yo life
You ain't shit without your homeboys
You ain't the realest, you's a squealer
I'ma guerilla, G-Unit killer my nilla
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Who 50 Cent
Lil boy Banks
Tony mayo
I'm somethin' y'all niggas ain't
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Who the task force
Or the FBI
Let ask you nigga
You really ready to die?
[Verse 2: Black Child]
Now e'rybody wan' do songs wit Big
If he was alive he wouldn't do songs wit a snitch
He a have Gutter kidnap your kids
Fuck 'em in the ass and throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, gats don't have to bust
Cremate you and smoke your ashes splashed with dust
Murder Inc. nigga
That's what's up
And ain't nuttin' poppin' off after us
Nigga say we gon' murk 50 how?
He probably ridin' around wit police right now
5 dime Gravano and Donnie Brasco of rap
The only nigga wit a felon and a legal gat
Pussy, this is desert eagle rap
Wherever I see you, I'ma leave you at
Ashes to ashes, in gats we trust
And tell your backup "stop harassin' us"
[Chorus: Black Child & 2Pac]
You ain't shit without your homeboys
That's right on the east side
On west side, let's ride it's yo life
You ain't shit without your homeboys
You ain't the realest, you's a squealer
I'ma guerilla, G-Unit killer my nilla
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Who 50 Cent
Lil boy Banks
Tony mayo
I'm somethin' y'all niggas ain't
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Who the task force
Or the FBI
Let ask you nigga
You really ready to die?
[Outro: Black Child]
Motherfucker
Word to God
Nigga
Why when sumthin' happen police run and they wan' protect you
All the niggas battlin' and all the niggas beefin'
They wan' offer you protection nigga
Fuck is goin' on
Then you get shot and you go recruit
Little kids and shit, start givin' little kids guns and shit
Niggas killin' off they self man, you's a fuckin' clown man
You ain't shit without your homeboys dog
FBI
The one thirteen
The one o third
You know all them fuckin' cops you roll wit
Five-O
You know police wan' be famous
It's murda
