If My Homies Call

 
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 locs on.
All through high school, girls by the dozens,
Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't.
But like the old saying goes,
"Time goes on, and everybody grows."
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways.
You chose the dope game, 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 'caine on the streets with no name.
It was plain that your aim was more 'caine.
You got fame now you run with no shame.
I chose rappin' tracks to make stacks.
In fact, I travel the map with raps that spray cash.
But now I don't wanna down my homie,
No matter how low you go you're not lonely.
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 others.
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 '91 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 homie 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.



Transcription 1993 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur.
Copyright 1991 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.