Tru Homies Lyrics by Tash

Tru Homies Lyrics

    Intro:
    [tash]
    Likwit crew baby
    We bout to take this one ghetto, ghetto
    Universal universe
    The solar system, the solar system
    This is goin' out to
    The detroit homies
    The cleveland homies
    The sacramento homies
    The oakland homies
    The florida homies
    The atlanta homies
    New york homies
    Jersey homies
    Texas homies
    Arkansas homies
    World wide

    Verse 1:
    [tash]
    I got a lot off friends
    But how many tru homies
    The kinda if i go to jail,
    They on they way for me
    The kinda if i go to jail,
    They on they way for me
    Don't get around no trick
    And try to act if you don't know me
    Homie, this is likwit family,
    We all in together
    If that bitch will eat a pussy
    Tell that bitch she was your brother
    You share and share a light,
    That's how we do with one and other
    You just met that bitch tonight
    And now you actin' like you love her
    Fuck you, you a whore
    I gotta keep it real
    I shook a nigga quick,
    End up with j and phil
    J is from the backtown
    Phil is from the ville
    These my diamond motherfuckers
    And my niggas shoot to kill
    Even if we clock a meal
    So money ain't the issue
    If you in some bullshit
    I'm in that shit with you
    Can't let no bullets hit you
    If you die i won't forget you
    Likwit takin' over 99 it's official
    We hit you were it hurt,
    Until your mind don't work
    Run 'em over on my turf
    Drives a nigga berserk
    So their ain't no way about to walhalla
    And you surround her
    All i gotta do is lie to somebody,
    And getting pounded
    We run triple foul
    Killa-cal with the style
    (?), bow wow, right now
    Cause this is how we do it
    If you know me, homie show me
    I am my brothers keeper,
    That's what my daddy told me

    Chorus:
    [xzibit]
    We're about 45 deep, where we all go to
    The uncontainable, ungradible likwit crew
    We only roll with a chosen few, true homeboys
    Only separate the real niggas from the decoys
    Killafornia b-boys, i got ya back automatically
    They wanna get through you, they gotta go through me
    About 45 deep, where we all go to
    The uncontainable, ungradible likwit crew

    Verse 2:
    [phil da agony of barbershop mc's]
    Phil da ag, xzibit and tash, the true homies
    The bottom set it off,
    My likwit crew will set it for me
    The type that always got the itchy fingers on the triggers
    Yo my niggas go ahead, tash (?)
    X shown in for all of my best friends
    The cash that i was walkin' turned me hop into the benz
    My friends say when i die,
    They carry me before they bury me
    ?my friends, that be fuckin the french women that marry's me?
    My (?) who give a fuck if i stopped breathin'
    Better relax nigga and start bleedin', y'all my (?)
    I could pass out, black out or be out on the concrete
    The urgency technique,
    You have learned to see at the street
    Phil the agony on defeat
    Likwit fleet is rollin' deep
    Rollin' well with laser beams on they heat
    If i get kidnapped, tied up, beaten and strapped
    My kids'll still kick in the ransom to get me back

    Chorus

    Verse 3:
    [xzibit]
    Never ever rat on your friends
    We make moves like identical twins
    I'm talkin' dirt, bitches and ends
    All around the map to sett 'em choppin' los angeles
    Took the route, i hold it down,
    While other niggas abandon us
    The city of lost angels
    We work the angles like a crime syndicate
    ?flash bentley on the benedict?
    Screamin' likwit, hit you automatic
    We could benefit
    You ain't are listed in the rage
    You just an immigrant
    But rhyme just together is tougher than leather
    Niggas die for whatever
    I clear the whole street
    When i let my sweater
    And let it rain with the baretta
    Provoke insanity, when you talkin' with my family
    Front line, first stream, alkaholik régime
    Carried away or get cut from the team
    Me and my brothers stick together, cause that's all we got
    And i'ma have my niggas back till my caps pop

    Chorus

    Outro:
    [tash]
    Uh, it's all love
    It's all love
    (?)
    Now let me shout it out to;
    All the chicago homies
    The northern ohio homies
    Seattle, d.c, virginia l,
    I now y'all homies get it right
    Tru homies

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