This Is For My Homiez

(Pump funk fo the people)

Yeah, come around my way

Come around my way

It's the Big Ill with the Al

(This is for the homies)

I got a letter from my homie Big Ill in the mail

It said, use your head, Al, stay away from jail

'Cause ah, it ain't for you and ah, it ain't for me

I tell you now it ain't the place you wanna be

So I keep to myself nowadays

Lay back, recline and get paid from my phrase

Sometimes I get caught in a deep thought

As I drink a quart of the cold old dog that I bought

The more I drink, the more I start to think of him

Locked up in the clink, will he sink or swim?

I'm what they call the rap rebel Madball

I'm nice with the dice, watch 'em bounce off the wall

I come to your party, bounce through with my crew

We pouring out some brew for some homies that we knew

I'm searching for my homie but he can't be found

I wanna give him a pound and let him know that he's down

Where the homies?

Creeping through the hood

Where my homies?

Come around my way, aiyo up to no good

(Where my homies?)

Where they at, where they at?

(Creeping through the neighborhood)

(For all those good times we had together)

(This song is for the homies, this is for the homies)

Well, it's Big Ill, the Babbling Bum, the bum that's babbling

Don't try to step to this, my fist be traveling

Unravelling, land on the gravel when you fall

Yes, yes, y'all, I travel through the mess hall

Now where my homie, I'm by my lonely

I shoulda listened to what my mama told me

But it's too late, I'm upstate pumping weight 'cause I'm frail

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?

Bust a cap, bust a cap, put that ass on the map

Here's a slap in the grill 'cause you tried to front on Ill

And I'm locked down, how the Glock sound?

That's what you get for trying to blow up the spot, clown

That's the ability, load up the artillery

Your body I'll deliver to the river, gee

Remember me with the

(Crooklyn residency)

Now you can take me out of Brooklyn

But you can't take Brooklyn out of me

That's how it be, gee

Raise your forties for the missing homies

For all those good times we had together

This song is for our homies

This is for the homies, yeah

Well, it's the I to the l to the I

Straight out the cell with Al, from the fiery pits of hell

(Aiyo, what's up Big Ill, how you doing?)

Aiyo, what's up Al Skratch, now can we woo-woo-woo?

(Come around my way)

That's what I'm about to do

(Come around my way)

Aiyo, I wanna kick it with your crew

(Now 1-2 in the project halls with the Madballs)

(Everyday all day, on 56 Broadway)

But I'm Big Ill coming straight out the pen

B to the K to the L to the Y to the N, bo

(Let off a round, how that sound?)

(Ain't nothing going down without the Brooklyn and the Uptown)

Yeah, so where my homies at?

(They're over here)

Now do they got my back, do they got my back?

(Yeah)

Don't creep through my hood

In the wrong way

(This is for my homies)

Now let the song play

Shipped upstate

Aiyo, it's too late