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[Verse One:]
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a
wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the
days we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the
yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins,
knowin that we wasn't But like the old saying goes Times goes on, and
everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the
dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old
days So far away from the crazies with AK's And though I been around
clowning with the Underground I'm still down with my homies from the
hometown And if you need, need anything at all I drop it all for y'all, if
my homies call
[Verse Two:]
It's a shame, you chose the
dope game Now you slang cane on the streets with no name It was plain that
your aim was mo' cane You got game now you run with no shame I chose
rappin tracks to make stacks In fact I travel the map with raps that spray
cats But now I don't wanna down my homie No matter how low you go you're
not lowly And I, hear that you made a few enemies But when you need a
friend you can depend on me, call If you need my assistance there'll be no
resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother,
only on his cover I'd be no different than the
other H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E I'm down to the E-N-D Cause
it's a fall in no time at all I'm down for y'all, when my homies
call Word, if my homies call
[Verse Three:]
Well it's
ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now But I hear that you're going through
some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected
it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets is harder Trying to
survive in the life of a young godfather My homies is making it
elsewhere Striving, working nine to five with no health care We both had
dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in
shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great, I'm giving it
all it takes Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes I gotta
take, my place or fall from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and
great Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat But my homie would never do
me wrong That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on No
matter who the foe they must fall Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my
homies call
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