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Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
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We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G
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Back in the days we played practical jokes on
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everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on
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All through high school, girls by the dozens
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Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't
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But like the old saying goes
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Times goes on, and everybody grows
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Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
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You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays
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In many ways we were paid in the old days
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So far away from the crazies with AK's
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And though I been around clowning with the Underground
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I'm still down with my homies from the hometown
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And if you need, need anything at all
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I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call
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It's a shame, you chose the dope game
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Now you slang cane on the streets with no name
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It was plain that your aim was mo' cane
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You got game now you run with no shame
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I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
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In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
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But now I don't wanna down my homie
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No matter how low you go you're not lowly
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And I, hear that you made a few enemies
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But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
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If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance
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I'll be there in an instant
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Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover
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I'd be no different than the other
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H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
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I'm down to the E-N-D
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Cause it's a fall in no time at all
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I'm down for y'all, when my homies call
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Word, if my homies call
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Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now
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But I hear that you're going through some hell pal
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But life makin records ain't easy
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It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy
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But I guess that the streets is harder
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Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
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My homies is making it elsewhere
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Striving, working nine to five with no health care
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We both had dreams of being great
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But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped
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It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
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To be great, I'm giving it all it takes
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Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
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I gotta take, my place or fall from grace
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The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
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Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate
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But my homie would never do me wrong
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That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on
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No matter who the foe they must fall
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Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call
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If My Homie Calls
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Tupac Shakur |