[Intro: Little Boy & 2Pac]
Ay Junior Mafia, got something for your mothafuckin’ ass
Fuckin’ lil' homies
Everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil' homies
Lil' homies
Everybody duckin’, fuckin’ lil' homies

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Just pay attention, here's a story 'bout my lil' homies
Straight thuggin', lil' bad young mothafuckas, gotta love 'em
You could catch him in his G ride clutchin' his Glock
Screamin', "Outlaw!" (Westside mothafuckas) bustin' on my enemy's block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin' money, makin' dummies out the police
Ain't no peace for an adolescent n***a too wild to be a thinker
Bud smokin' 24/7, everyday drinker
Got my diploma, but I never learned shit in school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder, fool!
Always the young n***as gettin' in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate, so you called her a bitch
Bustin' on paper thin mothafuckas
Drinkin' gin before you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

[Chorus: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker]
Lil' homies on the ride, n***as gonna die tonight
(Yeah n***a)
Let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
'Cause lil' n***as run these streets
Lil' homies on the ride, n***as gonna die tonight
(Yeah n***a)
Let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
(Young muthafuckaz)
'Cause lil' n***as run these streets
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I remember.. when you was just a lil’ G
Flirting with death, playin' Russian Roulette, screamin' "Kill me!"
Hey there young n***a, what you smokin' on?
Mad at the world 'cause you came from a broken home
Love to squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent n***as spittin' major shit
Tell me, young n***a if ya die let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watchin' as your mother cries?
Will all your homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how I died?
Young n***as on a mission to compete
Gettin' G’s, packin' heat, bringin' havoc to the fuckin' streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo’-fo’
And unloaded on the whole front row (Buck, buck, buck buck!)
Try to tell him but he act like he don’t know me
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil’ homies

[Chorus: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker]
Lil' homies on the ride, n***as gonna die tonight
(Hahaha, what's up n***a? YEAH!)
Let's get high tonight
(Lil' bad ass muthafuckaz)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
(You mothafuckas know what time it is)
'Cause lil' n***as run these streets
Lil' homies on the ride, n***as gonna die tonight
(Yeah n***a)
Let's get high tonight
(Juvenile delinquent-ass mothafuckas)
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
(Under eighteen.. better protect that shit!)
'Cause lil' n***as run these streets
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
"First 2 Bomb," "16 On Death Row"
Bustin' on them phony mothafuckas ‘cause the big homie said so
N***as knew I was a nutcase, quick to blast
Livin' underage, but he'll blaze on your bitch-ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls
Makin' money off of crack sales
Young black male unable to change ‘cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows the evil that they might do
Lil' Mu', Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein, call 'em Outlawz
Tellin' the world to be equipped
When these young mothafuckas rip shit, they don't quit
Drew down on me, pulled a pound on me
Bust like he didn't know me; my lil' homies

[Chorus: 2Pac, Danny Boy, Natasha Walker]
Lil' homies on the ride
N***as gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
'Cause lil' n***as run these streets
Lil' homies on the ride, n***as gonna die tonight
Let's get high tonight
Lil' homies on the mash, runnin' on these punk police
'Cause lil' n***as run these streets
[Outro: 2Pac (Over Chorus)]
What's up n***a let’s do this shit! My lil’ homies!
Lil’ bad-ass mothafuckin' adolescent n***as! My lil’ homies!
What the fuck you n***as wanna do? WHAT N***A? My fuckin lil’ homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin' lil’ homies
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you mothafuckas
What the fuck you n***as wanna do n***a?!
N***a take yo’ shit off, lil’ homies!
We robbin' mothafuckas n***a, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz
Westside! Death Row n***a
You know what time it is, my lil’ homies
You know what the fuck you gotta do n***a, Outlawz n***a
My lil’ homies..
Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal, Napoleon, E.D.I. Amin, K. Kastro, Big Muthafuckin' Syke, Boniti, Makaveli, my fuckin' lil' homies
What the fuck you n***as wanna do, n***a?
Double Glocks on you bitch made n***as
I open fire on these new deadly streets
Closed casket, fuck you bastards
My muthafuckin' lil' homies don’t give a fuck about none of you n***as
Fuck your families, fuck your kids, n***a
My fuckin' lil' homies, fuck all ya’ll n***as, outlaw westside ridahs (My lil' homies)
Bad Boy killa, fuck all you n***as
Ay LL, meet my lil' homies
LL Cool J, say what? n***a
(Thug Life)
I’ll rock your muthafuckin' bells
Me and my muthafuckin' Outlawz, my lil' homies
Who wanna get me this old wild shit, my lil' homies
Muthafuckin' Mac-11, Mini-14s, AR-15s on you bitch made n***as
.357 six muthafuckin' times, hollow points
I’m up in this muthafucka, you n***as don’t want it, my lil' homies
Mothafuckin' police, n***a get into the car, n***a, we finna ride all these mothafuckas
They don't see these outlaw n***as
Not us! My lil' homies