DJ Slip - Buy Another Gun lyrics

[Intro - Brotha Lynch Hung] This song's about homies, man You know, real homies, fake homies, all of the above, you know? Kind of a touchy subject man, but n***as gotta go there, you know? Me and MC Eiht back again, yeah [Hook - Brotha Lynch Hung] I had to buy another gun (buy another gun) I had to drop another homie (drop another homie) Gotta keep a gun on me (gotta keep a gun on me) Keep real homies for like, keep real homies for life [X2] [Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung] Where was them n***as when I was broke, selling dope Outta my grandma's window? No hope, no indo No homies, just a couple, like Big Hollis and Six Trying to make dollars make cents, trying to make life make sense 'Cuz n***as come and go like the 81 bus And that's why I talk a lot of sh**, I can make 81 cuts sh**, I was doing bad, down to like 81 bucks sh**, n***as be hella mad if I buy 81 trucks I put the key in the slot, I'm about to take off I'm Nicolas Cage, run up, n***a I'll rip your face off I don't trust nobody, real homies I keep them Fake homies I bleed them, n***a I creep like the reaper And you won't even see him, this muthaf**a tried to follow me home Had me hitting extra rights and unlocking the chrome I live my life like it's a war outside Think what you say, say what you say, but it's more about pride Anyway [Hook] [Verse 2 - MC Eiht] Is there a heaven for a gangsta? That's the question Somebody might find out, these fools keep testing All I'm trying to do is feed my kids And stop the bad dreams when I close my lids I got a late-night chirp, my n***a got shot Damn, I told my f**ing homie that the block was hot You made it this far, and now you got hit? And I can't think straight, I'm on some serious sh** Got me all torn up, I swore to get back Know the enemy waiting for the sh** to crack And I'm trying to think about my f**ing kids at home And what they're gonna do if their daddy is gone A thin line between freedom and a D.A Caught with the AK, a 20-year delay Now the judge wants to hit a muthaf**a with the book So the deal for the 20 a n***a quickly took Gyeah [Hook] [Verse 3 - MC Eiht] What's the meaning to this hood sh**? Don't ask me When a hood n***a stuck in the CPT They won't hire an ex-felon with a record So I put it all down on record, n***a check it Gun check .45, it's hard to survive Enemies real close, hoes trying to connive And I deal with the stress of the everyday streets Every block got a n***a trying to hustle for eats Gyeah [Hook] [Outro - Brotha Lynch Hung] These days, it's kinda hard to get . . . it's kinda hard to get new homies You kinda develop business partners, and then hopefully over time, you'll develop into a friend relationship But if not, you only keep a couple homies by the time you're 60 that you end up seeing before you pa** So this is to all my real homies, shouts out to Eiht, Sac, Big Hollis, all my siccmade n***as My n***a Funk Gator for being there during my whole career And shouts out to my n***a Six, Max Kunis. I gotta give you that love man, we still thinking about you around here f** what everybody think [Hook]