This Is For My Homiez Lyrics - Singles - Ill Al Skratch

(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