Dead Homies

[Intro]
(L-Finguz)

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
45th and Market be the hood
Right there by the store where I stood
Ask anybody, nigga, in the ice, am I good?
If a nigga say I'm bad, it’s cause his bitch sucked the wood
Uh, I'm robbin'
I pull up in that old-school sittin’ on paint, nigga, bounce in
Slide through my whole city 'cause I'm tapped in
Pull up on booker, see junior on the backend
Did it for my street, rest in peace to [?][0:22]
[?]
For G field, stay in field mode
I'm that nigga in my hood they'll kill for
Legend on my block, from a million-dollar spot
Keep it lit for lil' [?]
Four, five, six, I'll put it on your head, homie
That's on God and all of my dead homies

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
On dead homies (Nigga, on my mama, blood)
On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz)
On dead homies (Bro, that nigga got me fucked up)
Bro, I put that on everything (What?)
On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?)
Yeah, on the dead homies

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Gangbangin’ on these necks
How you from the hood, scared to fight, but you hatin’ on a nigga?
Frankly, I don't give a fuck, old, ballpark, frank-ass nigga, old, lame-ass nigga
You ain’t did nothin' I ain't did
I been bangin' since a kid, I don’t fuck with you, nigga, and I never did
Leave that bitch shit for the bitches
I'm hangin' out a Rolls-Royce truck representin'
When they holler Broadway Gangster Crip, who they mention? Me
And niggas hate it 'cause it's all in they faces
Diamonds all in my bracelet, bling-bling-bling
(Where the fuck you from, cuz?) BGC
Seen a nigga catch a fade, he ain't threw a punch
You the type of nigga hit the county and get rolled up
G Slim, too, G Slim, too
My nigga, Dopey Loc and my nigga, Big Bucc
Dead homies

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
On dead homies (Nigga, on my mama, blood)
On dead homies (I swear on everything, cuz)
On dead homies (Bro, that nigga got me fucked up)
Bro, I put that on everything (What?)
On [?] (What?) on my mama (What?)
Yeah, on the dead homies