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matt matt - my homies lyrics

lyrics:

-chorus 1-

my homies…my homies always ride
your homies…your homies always die
my homies…my homies always ride
your homies…can get that homicide

-verse 1-

they call me matt matt
i’m quick on the attack
and when it comes to cash boy i always bring it back
if i want to go mainstream i’ll sing my raps
if i wanna ball out then i’ll sling these cracks
but distribution gets you put up in an inst-tution
tell me how i get rich without my team shootin’
tell me how to win
without them fiends losing their minds
a suit and tie cup of coffee and i’m energized
it’s time to go to work
this is a sober verse
well i’m hungover so i guess that makes it worse
i know a couple money hungry kids that will sn-tch your purse
i know a couple bums that will ask you and har-ss you first
i won’t stop till i got 2 businesses
and i got a couple hundred stacks for my kids to spend
this life we’re living in
these bishes filled with sin
the jail cells why the f-ck we sayin? “let us in!”
times are hard but we’ll make it through
ain’t no one man above the crew
if they, f-ck with me, then they f-ck with you
i swear to god homie that i’m down to do
anything that’s necessary
gettin’ cream like ben and jerry’s
till the day i’m dead and buried
hustling in the cemetery
bury me a motherf-cking g
got knocked four days ago f-ck the police!

-chorus 2-

my homies…my homies always ride
your homies…your homies always die
my homies…my homies always ride
your homies…can get that homicide

-verse 2-

they used to call me uzzi kid
you should know i do it big
cause big taught me how to make money doin’ it
you get fronted
maybe a whole onion
then you go and flip it turn it to a couple hundred
ya take that money and you go and cop more work
then you ask your homies if they been doin’ their homework
you wanna get a worker
then you put it on his arm
he better sell it quick if he wanna keep his arms
my homies ride with me
you know we ride dirty
i can’t never stop hustlin i’ll be like 30
flipping p’s and q’s and whole birdies
you gotta prove yourself my dude you’re not worthy
they caught me slipping i was flipping with them sleepy eyes
got knocked for possession and a dui
tell me what i gotta do to get a piece of pie?
i’m just the bad guy
yea the f-ckin’ franchise
these clowns got me asking “is you down?”
answer incorrectly and it’s 50 rounds
i know…real g’s that take lives for me
and all my real homies on the side of me
i don’t gotta act like they ride for me
cuz if i say the word then you die for free!
my homies always ride, wanna find out?
then run up on my guys and try it big mouth!

-chorus 3-

my homies…my homies always ride
your homies…your homies always die
my homies…my homies always ride
your homies…can get that homicide

- matt matt lyrics

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