Me and My Homies
50 Cent Feat. G-Unit & Game Lyrics
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Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
Og Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tre rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my-
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
Is anybody killa, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out niggas, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we don't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction
'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a One Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the BRimz, Muu'z and the Ruusterz
Yeah dat
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and FTB's
I ran phase back to back, that's on SDB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said, "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' 50
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high
And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive
Westside A-Hat, back in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'"
Niggas ain't goin' hard as you should stop rappin'
I'm a peelee street rider 'til the casket
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day blood
To that uh, to that Mustard beat when the
When the homie was beating on his chest and shit?
Oh you talkin' 'bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the street
Ay the blood trippin', ay take blood drink
Give me that motherfuckin' weed blood
Ay duke, do that shit blood
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
'Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the Cutlass on E
Down for whatever 'cause the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana 'round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'Gnac
Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
I really pressed this motherfucker man
Mustard on the beat, ho
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
'Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the Cutlass on E
Down for whatever 'cause the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana 'round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'Gnac (blah)
I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message (yeah)
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records (yeah)
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, it's war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9 (yeah)
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine (yeah)
The homies in the Cutlass on E (E)
Some niggas bang the C, some niggas bangin' the P (P)
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around you rest in peace
Especially when
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the streets
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Say nigga, there go them niggas right there cuz
Where nigga?
Across the street loc
Man I told these niggas the last time
They keep pullin' up over here, man, nigga it's gon' be problems cuh
Ay cuh, silent, turn that fuckin' music down nigga
Tired of these niggas comin' over here and shit nigga
Turn the lights off, man turn the lights off
Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh
Hold on, hold on, that look like One Time
Oh fuck cuh (this is the Compton Police)
Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled with you niggas, I'm 'bout to get life cuz
Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga don't drop that soap nigga
Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
Nigga hit the switch nigga
Get back to 05 on these niggas blood
Woo
I ain't goin' (shh)
Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to God I ain't goin'
The fuck you mean you ain't going?
I ain't going back to the pen' cuz I can't
Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?
I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip, kick the door open
Fuck the police
The lyrics of "Me and My Homies" by 50 Cent Feat. G-Unit & Game delve into themes of gang culture, loyalty, and street life. The song portrays a raw and unapologetic perspective of individuals involved in gang-related activities.
The opening lines, "Maybe I should iron out my flag // Maybe I should put another crease in it," suggest a need for perfection and distinction within the gang. The flag symbolizes the gang affiliation or loyalty, and ironing it out represents enhancing and solidifying one's commitment to their gang.
The lyrics continue with a reference to a violent incident at a party where someone was killed. It illustrates the dangerous environment of gang-banging and the potential consequences and risks involved. The mention of Skeme, a known homie or accomplice, reinforces the camaraderie and loyalty between gang members.
The next verse showcases the aggressive and fearless mentality of the artists. They boast about their involvement with drugs and firearms, emphasizing their status as powerful figures in the gang world. The lyrics also touch on the idea that violence and conflict are the essence of their existence, stating, "Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for."
The subsequent paragraphs highlight the pride and dedication to their respective gangs. They reference specific gang territories and affiliations, such as Bloods and Crips, indicating their allegiance and the sacrifices they have made for their gang. The lyrics also address the struggles they face in terms of legal issues, such as gang injunctions and probation.
The final verses depict a scene of unity and rebellion against law enforcement. They demonstrate a disregard for authority and a determination to stand their ground, even in the face of potential consequences. The lyrics emphasize the intense energy and aggression they feel as they hit the streets, ready to defend and assert their gang's dominance.
Overall, "Me and My Homies" captures the harsh realities and complexities of gang life, portraying the pride, loyalty, violence, and defiance that often accompanies it. The lyrics provide insight into the mindset and experiences of individuals caught up in this dangerous lifestyle, shedding light on their motivations and struggles.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jayceon Taylor, Tyrone Griffin, Jay Cummings, Charles Mitchell, Joseph Moses, Armand Douglas, Rodney Brown, Jr., Lonnie Kimble, Dijon McFarlane
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My dad died in 2005 and I was left homeless and broke fast forward to 2020 I own a 4 bed detached house and drive a brand new mercedes. This song came on radio other day it brought back memories. Really feel like the underdog is on top. To anyone out there who is in a bad place right now don't give up work hard and anything is possible.
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