My Homies

You mad at me, Granny?
What I want to be mad at you for?
For the stuff I be singing on my record
Yeah, well, no, I ain't mad at you for saying it
You're not?
No, I don't want you to be mad at you for saying it

So then everybody else shouldn't be mad at me either, then?
Shouldn't be
Okay
They don't even know it's you, no how
I know, huh?
They don't know who it is
I know, huh?

They don't know the real me, huh, Granny?
They don't know, I'm the only one who knows the real you
Is that a good little boy, Granny?
Yeah, he's a pretty good little fella
You had the little moments already, didn't you?
And that's only growing up
That's right

Mm-mm
So I have a lot of explanations for the things I say in my record, right?
Uh-huh
That's all I need to hear
That's all?

(Bring it back), I bring it back with all my old school game
No matter how you hate the OG, you can't change him
See, 'cause to me, it's total disrespect
For motherfuckers who done lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they shit
And try to downgrade the next dude tryin'
To get up out the ghetto like you, but you straight fried him
See, now what you niggas need is open eyes
Although you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind

'Cause down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality
And he who grips, slip on life fades fatality
I seen the same shit you seen in the '70s
And you can blame shit on me, but nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta
Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I supposed to change
A place that since my mother been born it ain't been known to change
And all my niggas can relate to what I bring to 'em
Instead of turnin' my back, I sing to 'em

Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies
Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies

Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies
Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies

Dedicated to my homies who been trapped in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the place, niggas got game on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin' dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feet
If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive
'Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I can't lie
But every black community done seen the same thing
Somebody come up out the hood and make a strange change

Ain't no forgettin' where it started for me
The hustle out the hood never departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to change my story
Can't nobody make me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin' that they represent life
Make sure them hoes is representin' it right
Talk to me

Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies
Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies

Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies
Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies (now break it down to the beat one time)

(Hmm, hmm)
Talk to me now
(Hmm, hmm), hell, yeah

How dare you so-called Black politicians
Knock me for the game that I explain to my listeners
See, they wanna put me on remote control
So they can turn me on and off when they feel it and try to take control

But I refuse to cooperate
You take away the plug out the game it ain't gon' operate
So now we're picky with the wickedly ways
And I done been inside the beast in his belly for six days

'Cause they solutions is institutionalized
All the game made millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin' dead, we bounce to these beats
But you look at my music like an ounce on these streets

I send this out to every street in your city with Blacks on 'em
Since every motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on 'em
I got more love for the ghetto than that
And every time I step my ass out the hood, I go back

So you can miss me with that bullshit you stressin'
I keep it real with my niggas with no question
So while you're teachin' 'em that shit they can fake to
I teach 'em shit that they can relate to, my homies

Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies
Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies

Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies
Shoutout to my homies?
Ride for my homies
'Cause I'll die for my homies

That's another one
Still gettin' it done
Things ain't changed
Ten years in it
Pretty thang
Doin' that one right there for the city
Y'all know how we come down
Southside
(Hmm, hmm)