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