Intro:
[Ipo Crita]
Here we got Rimsky, Naughty Skill & Ipo Crita in a mathafucking house, you dig?
We'd like to tell you couple of words about the people, you know, who was down with us from day one
I'm talking about them real homies, so this one will be our dedication to our real homies!
Sit back and just chill! Alright!
Hook:
[Rimsky]
They say i'mma do my dirt all by my lonely
As nobody can be trusted in them streets
Like when i'm glancin away they be plottin on me
With the plan where i won't figure what it is
But i do it for my real deals only
Taking any of my dirt as my crew
Dedication to my down ass homies
You better don't let them be plottin on you
Verse I:
[Rimsky]
Livin the life we never turning down till we gotta go
Bringing the rampage, damage to the roofs like falling pot of gold
Can't see me like Jeronimo, packing ears of a lotta foes
Broken nose and empty bowls but neva will i bite elbows
Lost folks growing in roaming searching for lost homes
Most ghosts know us as writers. spiritual gross notes
Floss hoes, everythang is written and i gloss yarns
Rose grows to be the part of the poison i compose
The gun blows like the wind of change so never come close
Blood on gloves, colombian tie ain't fittin your dumb clothes
Wrong calls blowing your candles lighting fuse of bombs
I roll stones not to be run over but to ball with Hulks
So call the cops if it's the must when you don't trust the muss and fuss
Your moms and pops about to cuss, it's dangerous to ride wit us
With guns to bust and ganjubas blunt like minus without a plus
I huffs and puffs you gots the guts to bring the fire like a nuts? Huh?
Hook:
[Rimsky]
They say i'mma do my dirt all by my lonely
As nobody can be trusted in them streets
Like when i'm glancin away they be plottin on me
With the plan where i won't figure what it is
But i do it for my real deals only
Taking any of my dirt as my crew
Dedication to my down ass homies
You better don't let them be plottin on you
Verse II:
[Naughty Skill]
I didn't even choose how to live life - always lived trife
Never left my town till I was m-fucking twentyfive
But life is the best teacher if you want
Slammed face in the mirror with the needle on the front
Checked a brain now I stay on maintaining
But I lost my Dear Homie on the memory lane
If most thangs that he was doing was not right
But there was no choice and he felt down on this fight
He had an overdose and I know he needed faith
I can't forgive myself I can’t be visiting his grave
They block me today but I’ll do it I promise
We spent a Wonderfull time … you know this
Rest in peace my uncle Serg your memory is eternal
Life is playing ruff - skip the next page in life journal
After the black strip always have to be white
My Prayers flying out for my down ass niggas 2night
Hook:
[Rimsky]
They say i'mma do my dirt all by my lonely
As nobody can be trusted in them streets
Like when i'm glancin away they be plottin on me
With the plan where i won't figure what it is
But i do it for my real deals only
Taking any of my dirt as my crew
Dedication to my down ass homies
You better don't let them be plottin on you
Verse III:
[Ipo Crita]
I can't estimate, how much my homies made to me
Where would i be without homies of mine — it came to me
One day...
A mix of contribution and patience
And lotta other merits recollected on occasions
By me..
Man, i ain't exaggerating
I'm only playing a game honest, while other hating
I'm just trying to pay back to all my real homies
Who never left me lonely in contrast to other phonies
Remeniscing good old days —
I was endeavouring to make a mistake and go astray
But all my lovely homies rectified my compass fast
So I was on my knees thanking, excusing for the past
& i ain't feeling ashamed
As i appreciate people of mine and statements I claimed
I only got a few seconds to find a room for novel
So well, homies... i got a lot to tell...
Hook:
[Rimsky]
They say i'mma do my dirt all by my lonely
As nobody can be trusted in them streets
Like when i'm glancin away they be plottin on me
With the plan where i won't figure what it is
But i do it for my real deals only
Taking any of my dirt as my crew
Dedication to my down ass homies
You better don't let them be plottin on you
Outro:
[Rimsky] They say I’mma do my dirt all by my lonely
[Ipo Crita] All by my lonely, all by my lonely...
[Rimsky] Like when i'm glancin away they be plottin on me
[Ipo Crita] They be plotting on me...
[Rimsky] But i do it for my real deals only
[Ipo Crita] But I be doing it for real deals only
[Rimsky] Dedication to my down ass homies
[Ipo Crita] I wanna dedicate it to my real homieeeee-eeees
To my real homies, dedicate to my real-real homies
To my real, to my real homies
To my real, to my real, to all my real homies
I wanna dedicate it to all my real homies
