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lirik lagu squeegie o - one fifty (the homie)

(one fifty)

burp
d-mn
lua n-gg-

150
me and the god e good we move swiftly
nickel bags of funk in my draws
made 150
headed out to coney to re
no body with me
fly n-gg- got the fly b-tches
fat broads slim jim hoes
and side biscuits
cell phone page me
after 9 minutes
blunted on the bench with the squad
we ride n-gg-s
slap box and fist fought
lil wild n-gg-s buyin 40s to sip on
shouts to the ahks
soaked game from the movies and the old heads
crack fienes sings how they use to be c-ke heads
tired of being local i’d troop it up town
hit harlem
stroll brooklyn
and turning up in the bronx
bring it back with the crew having chronic fest in the crib
mom dukes kick us out and sh-t
“all yall get the f-ck out my house”
back on the corner we go
at least 2 of us would f-ck the same neighborhood hoes
and not know
mont caught the beats in the staircase
me and sp-nk would battle forever like we had beef
and that’s my n-gg-
the neighbor from next door
hit the studio so we could record getting raped on the cost
we ain’t care sh-t the money was there
got my 1st gun from ad rock running affairs
black 45 magnum
pops snitched on me cause we fought and i ragged him
mom’s said toss the sh-t or get my -ss kicked
hid it under a closet dresser where all the bags was
that closet was my stash spot
tried to f-ck my ex the b-tch was done with me
faked the funk lovin me f-ckin other peeps
pinto pulls up cherry red is the wheels ride the whole f-ckin island smoking and popping pills
the beginning of my madness
hit ag for bomb head and backshots
she was loving this black c-ck
n-gg-s k!lled murda
put a pause on my moves
sh-t started turing bad
the fall apart of my crew
even cam said d-mn sh-t is crazy in the streets blood
we love for the street son but the streets never feeds us
we love for the street son but the street never feeds us
we love for the street son but the streets never feeds us

(song transitions to “the homie)

the homie
my ace boone c–n
tighter than family
tradin’ off video games
and sharin’ candy
like my lil brother
love you mother like she my own
go back like nappy head fro’s with broken combs
we was different from the start, your family had a star and mines was just the fam from the older days of the block
but whatever didn’t matter to us cause we was kids
not a worry in the world the struggle didn’t exist
well at least to us
runnin’ the ghetto with my sneakers scuffed
hung out on weekends eatin’ cereal and pizza crust
remember when you got me for my sonic 3
got my -ss beat that’ll be one of the few last times we speak
years later in another day and time
we combine like we never lost a dime on the crime side
guess this is me on the verge of gettin’ my mind right
second chance at life on a timeline
ya dig

my n-gg-, my homie
just like my lil brotha
thicker than thieves we lookin’ out for each other
but seasons change
and things re arrange
but no matter what you still my n-gg- and i love ya

my brotha, my homie
just like my lil brotha
thicker than thieves we lookin’ out for each other
but seasons change
and things re arrange
but no matter what you still my n-gg- and i love ya
my brotha

2001
strolling thru the halls of mckee couldn’t believe the face i see
it’s my n-gg- my homie
my a1 from day one
my crony
we bout to f-ck it up this year sittin’ in homeroom
add you to my circle of misfits
bugging’ havin’ fun in the lunchroom trying to bag the b-tches
what they see in us, we was wack, just the 3 of us, he spanish i rap you tall
that’s why they speak to us
you just came and and we was 1 year from headin’ out
but still held down no doubt chill at each other house
dreamcast aol chats and rap videos
(ima get a deal and we’ll all have fly bitties yo)
riding’ on that train from your crib back to the ghetto where my momma on her job and my father drunk in the meadow
looking for that day i get lucky and have it all
started hangin’ in the building with n-gg-s i knew before
learnin’ how to get a dollar in seconds while in the hall
graduated yea we chillin’, but not like we did before
plus ray was on his way to the army
i’m working 9 to 5 to be fly and sell some more drugs for profit
your momma made you get it together and go to college
we divided once again,world turning now what’s the options
years later in another date and time
we combine like we never lost a dime
on the crime side

my n-gg-, my homie
just like my lil brotha
thicker than thieves we lookin’ out for each other
but seasons change
and things re arrange
but no matter what you still my n-gg- and i love ya

my brotha, my homie
just like my lil brotha
thicker than thieves we lookin’ out for each other
but seasons change
and things re arrange
but no matter what you still my n-gg- and i love ya
my brotha

what up my guy
20-o6 is the timeline
f-cked up but still tryna get up in the limelight
hit me on my chirp it was on from the bread of dawn
early morning getting smokers money giving what they want
we was talking bout linkin’ that same day
i say let me make some change and n-gg- i’m on my way
and then you laughed and thought it was funny
cause i would be the last n-gg- you woulda thought was getting money
train status we posted up in the crib mom dukes wasn’t home and sh-t so we was puffin
said you knew some n-gg-s i could get dollars we started walking hit the train caught the growl in the stomach cause we was hungry
said i got you my n-gg- and imma hold you down
we mobbed deep to the store like we was owning’ the ground
d’s out on me and caught me with the stash, the cash, the phone and property that i had
held me down when you took my stuff
but that’s when thing between the both of us was up and done
momma wasn’t feeling my gangsta
i was perpetrated as a thug
cause while mines wasn’t home i was out there selling drugs
caught up in the cripple of the black man’s plight
and for that i apologize
on another date and time
we combine like we never lost a dime on the crime side
guess this is me on the verge of gettin’ my mind right

my n-gg-, my homie
just like my lil brotha
thicker than thieves we lookin’ out for each other
but seasons change
and things re arrange
but no matter what you still my n-gg- and i love ya

my brotha, my homie
just like my lil brotha
thicker than thieves we lookin’ out for each other
but seasons change
and things re arrange
but no matter what you still my n-gg- and i love ya
my brotha

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