Real Homie's

I went to the Gun store I said where da Niggas (Niggas) where dem Biatches, I went up to my baby and said u don't need a Uber, Motorbike, Screw the Bus, u got a Moped Babe. A thugga walked up to me and started cussin, I said man ur speaking to a Christian.

He said f#%& it and pushed me down my baby punched him and all his lonesome Homie's. He called me a Lil boii, I told him my name is Shorty Money, Saggy. Me and my baby rode on that Marvelous Moped. That night my baby

Went outside and ran away. My peeps came ova to smoke some Weed with me but I was already gon. They turned on WKYT, and dey found out they Homie died in a motha F***in SHOOTIN. They grabbed those Ak's and Pistols, those Rifles and M7's. Found that Lil NIGGA and shot his ass down.

Cuz there no pretendin when it come to no sittin. Cuz they UP and gon I'm dead, cops ain't found the shoota. 3 days later my Funeral was a Depressing state for my Peeps, 3 days after my Baby left me. My casket held all my Fuckin demo's. Da Homie's didn't sleep fo 3

days. They held my casket And told me der Goodbye's. I will protect my Homie's from sufferin a shot to the Head. UH

(Repeat) Cuz baby I'm the Man in the Dodge, protectin my Homie's from the Cops, Livin like a Dead man uh, cuz where is Tupac, Where is Tupac, where is Tupac Uh, Robin Williammmmmms.