i thought you was my homie you used to be my homie i thought you was my homie you used to be my homie i know you hate on a nigga i see it in your eyes you a fake ass bitch in that phoney ass style i been dealin with your kind for a good lil while you ever cross the line i be back on trial used to be my homie used to be my ace you was sinkin like a scribble when we caught that case you feelin left cause i tgot right talkin behind my back when i m out of site these pussys throwin curveballs and changin up them snitches can get no album or change bro thought you was my homie but you just a phoney i thought you was my homie you used to be my homie i thought you was my homie you used to be my homie you used to be my nigga till you told them bout that pistol thought i forgot about it but it really made me chaotic spazin cause god told me to do so you ain t never been my homie even though we blood brothers same class different mother how can i tell you i love you when you diss me you used to be my homie till you pulled that selfish shit you can sleep on the street now i don t give a shit get rid of them snakes man cause they make you get hit but i can tell you a few more just got put on the list ain t with that homie shit be that way till i rest i thought you was my homie you used to be my homie i thought you was my homie you used to be my homie