L-Biz, Son of Tony - For the Homies Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bizzy
This for the homies
For the homies
Uh
Yo
C'mon
Only stitches snitches get is what's given by morticians
Try swimming with the sharks but these guppies ain't sword fishes
Chase chicken never trippin' over bum bitches
Poor Christmases turned some of my homies to drug chemists
My dudes whip the rock like it's one of they arch nemesis
Bag it distribute it block shifts like line scrimmages uh
Destroyed the room in the house the ounces went missing in
That drought and couch cushions had niggas ready to kill shit, all facts
Shooter brought the shotty to the bachelor party
Saw the strippers asses clappin' now he wanna clap somebody
Comfy round the dealers and killers like cousins
Say you my opposition they'll have you wishing you wasn't
I thought I told you if I ain't done it I seen it done
The coolest cats around me be the meanest ones, talk to me nice
Or spend your final moments begging for Christ
I lust for money but my buddies got a violence vice so mind your life
Some of my homies sell work
Some of them got jobs
Some of my homies is rappers
Some of my homies rob
All my homies hungry
But none of my homies starve
I call my homies my homies
Cause my homies go hard
For the homies
This one is for the homies yeah
My homies locked in federal facilities for drug facilitation
My homies caged in cubicles working for stupid wages
My homies swell up faces when haters make bogus statements
My homies movin' and shakin' that's major motivation
See we been patiently waitin' the time is now
For snatching plates and vacate yo space at the money pile
Bizzy dead nice with writin' I rap like it's mummies round
Squad hungry for success sick of hearing that tummy growl like
Hello... Hello... Hello... You hear me now
I'd hate to use the silencer to satisfy the sound
If my homies run down wit them foe pounds that's a hell of a greetin'
Or here's a round of applause, that's one hell of a beatin'
I lust for money but my buddies got a violence vice
Ashamed I had to tell you twice you beggin' for a long good night
Nighty night niggas
Ever go night night nigga
Some of my homies sell work
Some of them got jobs
Some of my homies is rappers
Some of my homies rob
All my homies hungry
But none of my homies starve
I call my homies my homies
Cause my homies go hard
For the homies
This one is for the homies yeah

Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bizzy
This for the homies
For the homies
Uh
Yo
C'mon
Only stitches snitches get is what's given by morticians
Try swimming with the sharks but these guppies ain't sword fishes
Chase chicken never trippin' over bum bitches
Poor Christmases turned some of my homies to drug chemists
My dudes whip the rock like it's one of they arch nemesis
Bag it distribute it block shifts like line scrimmages uh
Destroyed the room in the house the ounces went missing in
That drought and couch cushions had niggas ready to kill shit, all facts
Shooter brought the shotty to the bachelor party
Saw the strippers asses clappin' now he wanna clap somebody
Comfy round the dealers and killers like cousins
Say you my opposition they'll have you wishing you wasn't
I thought I told you if I ain't done it I seen it done
The coolest cats around me be the meanest ones, talk to me nice
Or spend your final moments begging for Christ
I lust for money but my buddies got a violence vice so mind your life
Some of my homies sell work
Some of them got jobs
Some of my homies is rappers
Some of my homies rob
All my homies hungry
But none of my homies starve
I call my homies my homies
Cause my homies go hard
For the homies
This one is for the homies yeah
My homies locked in federal facilities for drug facilitation
My homies caged in cubicles working for stupid wages
My homies swell up faces when haters make bogus statements
My homies movin' and shakin' that's major motivation
See we been patiently waitin' the time is now
For snatching plates and vacate yo space at the money pile
Bizzy dead nice with writin' I rap like it's mummies round
Squad hungry for success sick of hearing that tummy growl like
Hello... Hello... Hello... You hear me now
I'd hate to use the silencer to satisfy the sound
If my homies run down wit them foe pounds that's a hell of a greetin'
Or here's a round of applause, that's one hell of a beatin'
I lust for money but my buddies got a violence vice
Ashamed I had to tell you twice you beggin' for a long good night
Nighty night niggas
Ever go night night nigga
Some of my homies sell work
Some of them got jobs
Some of my homies is rappers
Some of my homies rob
All my homies hungry
But none of my homies starve
I call my homies my homies
Cause my homies go hard
For the homies
This one is for the homies yeah