Hey Junior Mafia I got something for your mothafuckn ass
fuckn lil homiez, everybody duck, fuckn lil homiez, lil homies,
Heres a story bout my lil homie, straight thuggin
lil bad young mothafucka, you gotta love him
if you catch him in his G ride
touching his glock
Screamin outlaw,westside mothafucka, on my enemies block
educated on these cold streets,gettin money
makin dummies out the police.aint no peace
for a addalicent nigga, thats what im thinkin
bud smokin 24-7, everyday drinkin
i got my diploma but i never learned shit in school
mo money,mo bitches,mo murder fool
always a young nigga gettin in shit
she wouldnt stop to conversate so you called her a bitch BIATCH
bustin on papers from muthafuckas,
drinkin gin before u get to sinnin on them brothers
emptyed his clip, passed by like he didnt know me
everybody duck, my fuckin lil homie
lil homies on the rise, niggas gonna die tonight
lets get high tonight
lil homies mashin,runnin on these punk police
steady blastin (lil young mothafuckas
i remember when u was just a lil G
flirting with death,playing russian rulette
screamin kkkkiiiiillllll mmmmmeeeeeee!!!!
hey there young nigga what u smokin on
mad at the world cause you came from a broken home.
lets all sob cause his moms is sick,
bunch of addalicient niggas spittin major shit.
tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know
would your heart feel pain, watchin ya mother cry.
will all ya homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how ya die?
young niggaz on a mission to complete.
getting g's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets.
nobody knows why he took a fo fo
and loaded up on the whole front row.