SO CALLED HOMIE

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May 2, 2002
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You call yourself my homie but you're really fuckin' lame/
Bumpin' ya gums, talkin' shit, throwin' salt in my game
Talkin' all kinda shit, but can't stand by your words/
Miss me wit all that fake shit, that shits for the nerds
How you gon' talk greasy on me? I been down from day one/
Look around u muthfucka. Who else had your back? NO ONE
I can take a joke just as well as anyone else/
But you best leave that fake shit on the shelf
Actin' hella hard to impress whatever people/
Keep this shit up and its bound to be a sequel
Don't know why I wasted so much time on you/
Dem other muthafuckaz needa wake up and get a clue
Cause you about as fake as saleen or silicone/
Havin' yo bitch jump n the mix sayn "just leave us alone"
Didn't know u needed reinforcements for our little issue/
When it comes down to it, you softer than toilet tissue
I hate that shit had to come to this/
Wish u weren't so full of yourself, actin' like a bitch
I hope for your son's sake, you teach him better/
Betta get to him while he's young, its now or never

JUST SOME SHIT I HAD TO GET OFF MY CHEST
 
Oct 10, 2009
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You call yourself my homie but you're really fuckin' lame/
Bumpin' ya gums, talkin' shit, throwin' salt in my game
Talkin' all kinda shit, but can't stand by your words/
Miss me wit all that fake shit, that shits for the nerds
How you gon' talk greasy on me? I been down from day one/
Look around u muthfucka. Who else had your back? NO ONE
I can take a joke just as well as anyone else/
But you best leave that fake shit on the shelf
Actin' hella hard to impress whatever people/
Keep this shit up and its bound to be a sequel
Don't know why I wasted so much time on you/
Dem other muthafuckaz needa wake up and get a clue
Cause you about as fake as saleen or silicone/
Havin' yo bitch jump n the mix sayn "just leave us alone"
Didn't know u needed reinforcements for our little issue/
When it comes down to it, you softer than toilet tissue
I hate that shit had to come to this/
Wish u weren't so full of yourself, actin' like a bitch
I hope for your son's sake, you teach him better/
Betta get to him while he's young, its now or never

JUST SOME SHIT I HAD TO GET OFF MY CHEST
Thats REAL PROPS I think we all been there I got jump by like 15 people 2-3 years ago who was supposed to be COOL with its cool though I STILL KNOW WERE THEY LIVE & IM BUYING TIME SO I WONT BE TRACED BACK REAL TALK

Edit: Revenge is a must, Death is a Promise

Fuck dude now days you cant rely on noone I only fucks with my close relatives & maybe 2-3 Friends I trust
 
Apr 25, 2002
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nice..heres some old shit i wrote

"I BUILT FRIENDSHIPS THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FOREVER LASTIN/
ONLY COME TO FIND THEY AINT MY HOMIES..AND THEY NEVER HAVE BEEN/

WAS ONLY IN IT FOR THE FACT THEY THINK IM HOLDIN STATUS/
DAMN NEAR A BITCH WHEN I MET UM BUT NOW THEY OH SO SAVAGE/

SPENT YEARS SOAKIN GAME FROM ME..AND SMOKIN ON JANE WIT ME/
WHEREVER I WENT THE HOMIES CAME WITH ME/

AND I PUT TRUST IN THESE FOOLS I COULDNT EVEN PUT IN MY MOMMA/
BUT THEN THEY TURN THEY BACK SOON AS I HAD ONE FOOT UP IN DRAMA/

HEARD MOTHAFUCKAS WANNA TAKE MY SOUL..AND NOW THEY SCARED/
THEY STOP CALLIN ME ON THE TELEPHONE..LIKE I AINT THERE/

THOUGHT IT WAS ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL THEY GOT CAUGHT UP WITH GUNS N GANGS/
THEM BACKSTABBERS GOT INFARED AIM ON THEY LUNGS N BRAINS/

IT SEEMS TO ME ITS VERY FEW TO BE TRUSTED/
IF YOU KNEW THE SHIT THEY DO GURANTEED YOUD BE DISGUSTED/

LIKE WHEN U HOP INTO SOME DRAMA..AND SAVE UM FROM A BEATIN/
BUT THEY DONT SHOW UP WHEN U NEED UM..LYING IN THE STREET BLEEDIN/

I FEEL ABANDONED FROM THE DISAPOINTMENT...THE LOSS OF LOVE/
SO I STAY POURIN UP HELLA LIQUA AND SMOKIN LOTS OF BUD/

NUTRALIZE THE PAIN I SUSTAIN FROM TRUSTIN THESE SUCKAZ
NOW ITS JUST ME AND MY FAMILY TREE I GOT NO LOVE FOR THEM BUSTAZ
 

28g w/o the bag

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Jan 18, 2003
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#7
some shit i wrote back in 2003... this eventually was made into a song not long after i wrote it, but i can't find a copy of it anywhere

verse one:
it aint all good the way some thing is goin down, with things in my presence
with all these phony muthafuckas that i'm peepin through my lenses
it aint only that, my so called friends i gotta check
when you were doing major thangs, you didn't show me respect
you couldn't shoot me a line and tell your potna whats up
that's why i'm spittin this shit, to say that you done fucked up
some faulty ass friends, and i'm a tell you why i'm plexin'
it aint my enemies, but it's my friends that's disrespectin
i remember those times when i suspected we were cool
but behind my back you muthafucka's probably act a fool
with fake love and fake props, i took it like a man
that's why it's fuck a friend and always keep it real to my fam
so therefore i show no love 'cause you're a mac assassin
that gets no satisfaction, and thats my only reaction
and i'm a sit back, and watch you suckas all fall flat
used to call you all my potnas, now it's fuck all that

hook:
'cause my potnas showed me no love, you wonder why i'm actin like that
it aint the same as it was back in the past
we used to be cool and have a 50/50 love
now i argue to myself on how to divvy up these slugs

verse two:
you went and made your choice muthafucka, are you a friend or a foe?
would you spend for your potna? or would you spend for a hoe?
all i need is one love, and by love, i'm needing one kind
and that's the type of love only provided by my bloodline
your heart shows the punk kind, you proved it when you did what you did
that shady shit and don't be thinkin that i'm jealous
i just wanted respect, plus you need to play your part
'cause the problem with this picture is you're lacking some heart
to my face it's faulty love, behind my back you acting shady
rather diss your real folks, and get with suckas that be ladies
aint ruling out the fact you probably swallowed each others babies
but then you had the nerve to slip and playa hate me
coulda swore i showed you love, but what i get in return
is the fact i fucked with suckas and i did get burned
this aint no battle rap, potna, this is straight real talk
and i'm a show you muthafuckas that i really walk the walk

::
 
Mar 23, 2004
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You call yourself my homie but you're really fuckin' lame/
Bumpin' ya gums, talkin' shit, throwin' salt in my game
Talkin' all kinda shit, but can't stand by your words/
Miss me wit all that fake shit, that shits for the nerds
How you gon' talk greasy on me? I been down from day one/
Look around u muthfucka. Who else had your back? NO ONE
I can take a joke just as well as anyone else/
But you best leave that fake shit on the shelf
Actin' hella hard to impress whatever people/
Keep this shit up and its bound to be a sequel
Don't know why I wasted so much time on you/
Dem other muthafuckaz needa wake up and get a clue
Cause you about as fake as saleen or silicone/
Havin' yo bitch jump n the mix sayn "just leave us alone"
Didn't know u needed reinforcements for our little issue/
When it comes down to it, you softer than toilet tissue
I hate that shit had to come to this/
Wish u weren't so full of yourself, actin' like a bitch
I hope for your son's sake, you teach him better/
Betta get to him while he's young, its now or never

JUST SOME SHIT I HAD TO GET OFF MY CHEST
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