Buy Another Gun

Lyrics

[Intro - Brotha Lynch Hung] This song's about homies, man You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know? Kind of a touchy subject man, but niggas gotta go there, you know? Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah [Hook - Brotha Lynch Hung] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun) I had to drop another homie (drop another homie) Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me) Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life [X2] [Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung] Where was them niggas when I was broke, selling dope Outta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo No homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Sicx Trying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense 'Cuz niggas come and go like the 81 bus And that's why I talk a lot of shit, I can make 81 cuts Shit, I was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks Shit, niggas be hella mad if I buy 81 trucks I put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off I'm Nicolas Cage, run up, nigga I'll rip your face off I don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them Fake homies I bleed them, nigga I creep like the reaper And you won't even see him, this muthafucka tried to follow me home Had me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome I live my life like it's a war outside Think what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride Anyway [Hook] [Verse 2 - MC Eiht] Is there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question Somebody might find out, these fools keep testing All I'm trying to do is feed my kids And stop the bad dreams when I close my lids I got a late-night chirp, my nigga got shot Damn, I told my fucking homie that the block was hot You made it this far, and now you got hit? And I can't think straight, I'm on some serious shit Got me all torn up, I swore to get back Know the enemy waiting for the shit to crack And I'm trying to think about my fucking kids at home And what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone A thin line between freedom and a D.A Caught with the AK, a 20-year delay Now the judge wants to hit a muthafucka with the book So the deal for the 20 a nigga quickly took Gyeah [Hook] [Verse 3 - MC Eiht] What's the meaning to this hood shit? Don't ask me When a hood nigga stuck in the CPT They won't hire an ex-felon with a record So I put it all down on record, nigga check it Gun check .45, it's hard to survive Enemies real close, hoes trying to connive And I deal with the stress of the everyday streets Every block got a nigga trying to hustle for eats Gyeah [Hook] [Outro - Brotha Lynch Hung] These days, it's kinda hard to get . . . it's kinda hard to get new homies You kinda develop business partners, and then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship But if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pass So this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my Siccmade niggas My nigga Funk Gator for being there during my whole career And shouts out to my nigga Sicx, Max Kunis. I gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here Fuck what everybody think [Hook]