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. 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. . 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 hate. 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.