A homeboy is someody that
  Got your back weather you right or wrong
  Somebody that
  Exepts you for what'cho are
  Not what'cho got on
  What'cho can do for them
  If you lucky enough to have some then
  You know what im talkin bout
    Friends im a yellows happy
  And not that maby
  The chance of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
  But it seens that there really aint a damn thing you can do
  Cuz since the 70's
  It seems everybodys been rolling wit a crew
  A team a gang a possy or some type click
  And if your firm aint think
  Then your swab becomes bitched
  Be extra careful or the ones you call your partner
  Cuz what they really is is a busta out ta rob ya
  And where ever your strength has been
  Your guided clips and a
  Wolf and sheeps clothing
  Cuz some of yall aint knowing
  Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
  And we done been through things they still aint even thought of yet
  A good homie is hard to come by
  But most time you get done by the ones you trust most
  So i gotta make a toast
  To my tried and tested
  And strait up for reel
  Those pull yourself some x-o
  This one heres for you
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    I done fly one hell
  Walk on water
  But im damn sure your partner
  You can count on me to the end
  Get a pen nigga
  You can call me homeboy
  If i gotta quater
  Then you gotta dime
  And you can call me up no matta what the time
  If you watch my back then ill watch yours
  Nigga you can call me homeboy
    Now i done met a lot of haters in my life time
  That i woulda smoked if i woulda had a tech-9
  But here i stand as a man
  And im free ta say
  Im hella glad that my momma didnt raise me that way
  And the homies i grew up wit
  Locs i threw up wit
  Is the kinnda fools that you dont wanna buck wit
  Why does it seem that the good brothas die
  And the evil brothas live
  And prosper and multiply
  Faster here at sea to the left hand side
  Wont some many dirt for the homies that expired
  I hope you rest in peace
  And when its time for my realease ill
  Meet'cha at the crossraods dippin in the loll lows
  But until then ima keep my rolls slow
  My flow wont tite say rollin wit the flow oh
  This is comin from the one and only
  And like MC Shares said ill never leave ya lonely
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    Me and you is like family
  And everbody know that we go back to back
  And we go toe ta toe
  Comin from the west
  Where the sets run thick
  Where brothas eat the bang or try ta make a grip
  I cross my heart and hope die
  I never lie
  I run out on mine anywhere any time
  Me and my homies dont get involved wit
  That he say she say
  But if you lost you see to ass whoppin
  With your thing mystery player
  Decken like tekken
  So show some respect
  When respect is given to you
  And whatch out for the 42
  Fake curve
  And fool who got the nerve
  To pretend they was there
  When last month they wasnt even around
  Westcoast Eastcoast and worldwide
  My homies in the pen
  And my homies that lived and died
  Im still the same little nappy head brotha from the eastside
  And you can call me homeboy
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