Verse One:
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee

We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G
Back in the days we played practical jokes on
everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on

All through high school, girls by the dozens
Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't
But like the old saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows

Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays

In many ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with AK's
And though I been around clowning with the Underground

I'm still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call

Verse Two:
It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang cane on the streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was mo' cane

You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats

But now I don't wanna down my homie
No matter how low you go you're not lowly
And I, hear that you made a few enemies

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance
I'll be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover

I'd be no different than the other
H-to-the-O-to-the-M-to-the-I-to-the-E
I'm down to the E-N-D
Cause it's a fall in no time at all

I'm down for y'all, when my homies call
Word, if my homies call
Verse Three:

Well it's ninety-one and I'm livin kinda swell now
But I hear that you're going through some hell pal
But life makin records ain't easy

It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy
But I guess that the streets is harder

Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
My homies is making it elsewhere

Striving, working nine to five with no health care
We both had dreams of being great

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped
It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
To be great, I'm giving it all it takes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my place or fall from grace
The foolish way, the pace is quick and great

Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat
But my homie would never do me wrong

That's why I wrote this song, if you ever need me it's on
No matter who the foe they must fall
Us against them all I'm down to brawl if my homies call