Dead Homies

Lyrics

[Intro] (L-Finguz) [Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] 45th and Market be the hood Right there by the store where I stood Ask anybody, nigga, in the ice, am I good? If a nigga say I'm bad, it's cause his bitch sucked the wood Uh, I'm robbin' I pull up in that old-school sittin' on paint, nigga, bounce in Slide through my whole city 'cause I'm tapped in Pull up on booker, see junior on the backend Did it for my street, rest in peace to [?][0:22] [?] For G field, stay in field mode I'm that nigga in my hood they'll kill for Legend on my block, from a million-dollar spot Keep it lit for lil' [?] Four, five, six, I'll put it on your head, homie That's on God and all of my dead homies [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] On dead homies (Nigga, on my mama, blood) On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz) On dead homies (Bro, that nigga got me fucked up) Bro, I put that on everything (What?) On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?) Yeah, on the dead homies [Verse 2: G Perico] Gangbangin' on these necks How you from the hood, scared to fight, but you hatin' on a nigga? Frankly, I don't give a fuck, old, ballpark, frank-ass nigga, old, lame-ass nigga You ain't did nothin' I ain't did I been bangin' since a kid, I don't fuck with you, nigga, and I never did Leave that bitch shit for the bitches I'm hangin' out a Rolls-Royce truck representin' When they holler Broadway Gangster Crip, who they mention? Me And niggas hate it 'cause it's all in they faces Diamonds all in my bracelet, bling-bling-bling (Where the fuck you from, cuz?) BGC Seen a nigga catch a fade, he ain't threw a punch You the type of nigga hit the county and get rolled up G Slim, too, G Slim, too My nigga, Dopey Loc and my nigga, Big Bucc Dead homies [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] On dead homies (Nigga, on my mama, blood) On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz) On dead homies (Bro, that nigga got me fucked up) Bro, I put that on everything (What?) On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?) Yeah, on the dead homies