Chords for 2Pac - Lil' Homies (Visualizer)

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Fuckin' [C] Lil Homies.
_ _ [Cm] Everybody called them.
Fuckin' Lil Homies.
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_ Lil [C] Homies.
_ _ [Cm] Everybody got that.
Just pay attention, here's a story about my Lil Homie.
Straight [Fm] nuggin' lil' bad young motherfucker.
Gotta [Bb] love him and catch him in his G-Bod clutchin' his [Dm] Glock.
[Cm] Screamin' out loud, bustin' on my enemy's block.
Educated on these cold streets.
Kitten [Fm] money makin' dummies out the police.
Ain't no [Bb] peace boy, not unless a nigga's a rap.
So be a [C] thinker, blood smoker, twenty-five-year-old.
[Cm] 24-7, everyday drinker.
Got my diploma but I never learned [Fm] shit in school.
More money, more bitches, more [Bb] murder, fool.
Always the young niggas [Cm] gettin' this shit.
She wouldn't stop to compensate, so you called her a bitch.
She was trustin' on paper thin [Fm] motherfuckers.
Drinkin' dead before you get to sinnin' [Bb] on the bus.
It's empty, this clip bad, bro.
Like you [C] didn't know me, everybody fucked.
My fuckin' [Cm] Lil Homies.
Lil Homies on the ride.
[Fm] Niggas gonna die tonight.
Let's get high [Bb] like this.
Lil Homies on the mash.
[Cm] Run these homies, pump police.
Cause Lil Niggas run the streets.
Lil Homies on the ride.
[Fm] Niggas gonna die tonight.
Let's get high [Bb] like this.
Lil Homies on the mash.
[Cm] Run these homies, pump police.
Cause Lil Niggas run the streets.
I remember when you was just a Lil Chief.
[Fm] Slurrin' with Depp, playin' Russian Roulette.
Screamin' [Bb] kill me.
Hey there young nigga, what you [Cm] smokin' on, man?
In this world, bitch, you came from a broken home.
Let a squad, bunch of mobbers [Fm] sit.
A bunch of adolescent niggas spittin' major [Bb] shit.
Tell me, young nigga, if you die, let me [Cm] know.
Would your heart feel pain?
Watchin' as your mother cries.
Will all your homies ride?
[Fm] Or will they all get high and talk about [Bb] how you died?
Young niggas on a mission to [Eb] compete.
Gettin' cheese back [Cm] in heat.
Bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets.
Nobody knows why he took a phone [Fm] call
and unloaded on the old front row.
[Bb] Try to tell him, but he act like [Eb] he don't know me.
Put out a pistol and he show.
[Cm] My Lil Homies.
Lil Homies on the ride.
[Fm] Niggas gon' get high tonight.
Let's get high [Bb] tonight, homie.
Lil Homies on the match.
[Cm] Runnin' from these punk police.
Lil _ Homies on the ride.
[Ab] Niggas gon' get high tonight.
Let's get high [Bb] tonight, homie.
Lil Homies on the match.
[Cm] Runnin' from these punk police.
Lil Niggas from the streets.
16 on death row.
[Fm] Bustin' on them phony motherfuckers.
[Bb] Niggas knew I was a nutcase.
I'm just [Cm] a blast livin' underage.
But it'll blaze on your bitch ass.
Is there heaven for a G?
[Fm] And if it is,
will I finally get to be at peace?
[Bb] On these streets, there ain't no peace.
Shell-shocked [Cm] shows, makin' money off a crack sale.
Young black male, unable to change
cause it's [Fm] a cycle.
Plus nobody knows the evil that [Bb] they might do.
Lil' Moo, Big Yacht, K-Castro.
Big Mouth, Kusain, call [Cm] him outlaws.
Tellin' the world to be [Ab] equipped
when these young motherfuckers quit shit.
[Bb] They don't quit.
Truth down on me.
[C] Bullets down on me.
Bust like you didn't know [Cm] me.
My lil' homies.
Lil' homies on the ride.
[Fm] Niggas gon' be tired tonight.
[Bb] Lil' homies on the mash.
[Cm] Runnin' from these punk police.
Lil' niggas from the streets.
Lil' homies on the ride.
[Fm] Niggas gon' be tired tonight.
_ [Bb] Lil' homies on the mash.
[Cm] Runnin' from these punk police.
_ Lil' homies on the ride.
[Fm] Lil' homies on [Ab] the mash.
[Bb] Lil' homies on the mash.
[Cm] Runnin' from these punk police.
Lil' niggas from the streets.
Lil' homies on [Fm] the ride.
Niggas gon' be tired tonight.
_ [Bb] Lil' homies on the mash.
[Cm] Runnin' from these punk police.
Lil' niggas from the streets.
Lil' homies on the ride.
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