| A Soopafly/Daz production
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| Suckers!
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| (Daz)
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| How many real homeboys y’all got out there?
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| Can y’all count on one hand? |
| I can
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| Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas
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| Funky fresh in the flesh
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| Yeah
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| That’s what I’m talking about
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| Yo Kurupt, kick that!
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| (Kurupt)
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| I ain’t shit with out my homeboys
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| Although at times it seems
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| Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams
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| Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
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| Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
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| It’s complicated like a puzzle
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| Puzzle pieces and money double
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| ??? |
| really in trouble
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| I’ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots
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| Then get ghost by the most of y’all get? |
| gostic?
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| Get the fuck out of here!
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| Ain’t no body else I can call (who dat?)
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| Besides my motherfucking doggs
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| I ain’t shit without my homeboyz
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| (Daz)
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| When there’s trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right
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| I ignite, the fire, marijuana get’s me higher
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| Always drinking and smoking Philly’s
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| Getting a nigga wild
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| Gettin paid, that’s my only desire
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| Big Style, Lil’Floss, Tray Dee and me K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye
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| Until then
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| I hope God don’t pass me by Every day I work harder to try
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| Never to fall
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| But I often rise!
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| Every day before I open my eyes
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| To my cousin Big Flip locked down in the pen
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| To my other homeboyz I won’t ever see again
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| Like gone in the wind
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| Like a lottery spin
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| When it comes down to it Nigga, who’s your foes and your friends?
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| I ain’t shit without my homeboyz
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| (Crooked Eye)
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| So what could make a crook stay down for his troop
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| Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh?
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| What about the cops we hid from on the roof
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| Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof
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| We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root
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| We wasn’t supposed to make it our survival don’t compute
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| I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me We had navigator dreams and only bust money
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| We rise and we fall together, all together
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| We brawl and we ball together
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| Doggs forever
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| Like Uhhh (lots of people) And you don’t stop!
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| Fuck around with one of the homies
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| Watch the glock pop!
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| One love and keep hollering back
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| We could split my last dollar in fact
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| Pop your collar to that
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| Crooked Eye need a whole click
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| And like folls and giblets
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| That’s some cold shit. |
| my nigga, some cold shit
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| (Soopafly)
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| Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit
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| When we ride together niggas be like Oh Shit!
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| Dogg Pound in the house, rockin the party
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| (lots of people) All night long!
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| Gettin high til the break of dawn
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| Chipped up like a cellular phone
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| Back up, watch it shine like chrome
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| And division when you in this shit
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| But together we can’t be fucked with, crush shit
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| Never settle for less then the plush shit
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| But still don’t forget when we was broke
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| About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke
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| Man, I can count on both hands
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| The different stands and planes
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| Niggaz took to make it better for the fam
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| We made our first five grand, was like god damn
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| New khakis and cortese
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| We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is Still clockin more biz
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| Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked
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| Soopafly ??? |
| and chucks, but I ain’t shit without my homeboyz
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| (overlapping last line, sung)
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| Please believe I ain’t shit without my homeboyz (and that’s real shit)
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| I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz (I ain’t shit without my homeboyz)
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| (Slip Capone)
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| Shit, not Capone
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| Real niggaz I knew before I was grown
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| A lot of motherfuckers died
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| But I’ma still ride
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| And represent the evil motherfuckin westside
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| It ain’t nothing but trues
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| Real niggaz that payed the dues
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| Picture me rollin with gay dudes
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| Nigga please, we g’s and dress like we serve keys
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| On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g’s
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| Down to die for each other
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| Cause you and I for each other
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| In a gangster matrimony we brothers
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| Can’t nothing seperate gang
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| We ganged from intiation to marks
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| Fuck around and catch she sparks
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| Cause see no gangsta gang
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| That I motherfuckin claim
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| Run? |
| siegal, money mack,? |
| and mack is you man
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| I ain’t shit without my homeboyz
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| (Chorus til fade)
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| I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz
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| Please believe I ain’t shit without my homeboyz |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Ain't Sh%T Without My Homboyz , by - Kurupt. Song from the album Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп