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Crooked I

Genres: Hip-Hop

I Ain't Shit Without My Homeboyz Lyrics - Crooked I

A Soopafly/Daz production 

Suckers! 

 

(Daz) 

How many real homeboys y'all got out there? 

Can y'all count on one hand? I can 

Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas 

Funky fresh in the flesh 

Yeah 

That's what I'm talking about 

Yo Kurupt, kick that! 

 

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(Kurupt) 

I ain't shit with out my homeboys 

Although at times it seems 

Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams 

Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle 

Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle 

It's complicated like a puzzle 

Puzzle pieces and money double 

? really in trouble 

I'ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots 

Then get ghost by the most of y'all get? gostic? 

Get the fuck out of here! 

Ain't no body else I can call(who dat?) 

Besides my motherfucking doggs 

I ain't shit without my homeboyz 

 

Photos 

 

(Daz) 

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 

I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me higher 

Always drinking and smoking Philly's 

Getting a nigga wild 

Gettin paid, that's my only desire 

Big Style, Lil' Floss, Tray Dee and me 

K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye 

Until then 

I hope God don't pass me by 

Every day I work harder to try 

Never to fall 

But I often rise! 

Every day before I open my eyes 

To my cousin Big Flip locked down in the pen 

To my other homeboyz I won't ever see again 

Like gone in the wind 

Like a lottery spin 

When it comes down to it 

Nigga, who's your foes and your friends? 

I ain't shit without my homeboyz 

 

(Crooked Eye) 

So what could make a crook stay down for his troop 

Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh? 

What about the cops we hid from on the roof 

Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof 

We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root 

We wasn't supposed to make it our survival don't compute 

I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me 

We had navigator dreams and only bus money 

We rise and we fall together, all together 

We brawl and we ball together 

Doggs forever 

Like Uhhh (lots of people) And you don't stop! 

Fuck around with one of the homies 

Watch the glock pop! 

One love and keep hollering back 

We could split my last dollar in fact 

Pop your collar to that 

Crooked Eye need a whole click 

And like "folls and giblets" 

That's some cold shit. my nigga, some cold shit 

 

(Soopafly) 

Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit 

When we ride together niggas be like "Oh Shit!" 

Dogg Pound in the house, rockin the party 

(lots of people) All night long! 

Gettin high til the break of dawn 

Chipped up like a cellular phone 

Back up, watch it shine like chrome 

And division when you in this shit 

But together we can't be fucked with, crush shit 

Never settle for less then the plush shit 

But still don't forget when we was broke 

About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke 

Man, I can count on both hands 

The different stands and planes 

Niggaz took to make it better for the fam 

We made our first five grand, was like god damn 

New khakis and cortese 

We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is 

Still clockin more biz 

Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked 

Soopafly? and chucks, but I ain't shit without my homeboyz 

 

(overlapping last line, sung) 

Please believe I ain't shit without my homeboyz(and that's real shit) 

I ain't nothing without my homeboyz (I ain't shit without my homeboyz) 

 

(Slip Capone) 

Shit, not Capone 

Real niggaz I knew before I was grown 

A lot of motherfuckers died 

But I'ma still ride 

And represent the evil motherfuckin westside 

It ain't nothing but trues 

Real niggaz that payed the dues 

Picture me rollin with gay dudes 

Nigga please, we g's and dress like we serve keys 

On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g's 

Down to die for each other 

Cause you and I for each other 

In a gangster matrimony we brothers 

Can't nothing seperate gang 

We ganged from intiation to marks 

Fuck around and catch she sparks 

Cause see no gangsta gang 

That I motherfuckin claim 

Run? siegal, money mack,? and mack is you man 

I ain't shit without my homeboyz 

 

(Chorus til fade) 

I ain't nothing without my homeboyz 

Please believe I ain't shit without my homeboyz 

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