[Prode'je]

South Central's back in this muthafucka for the big Nine-Three

Dedicatin this to all you little young niggas



[VERSE 1: Prode'je]

Used to be my little homie from the hood when I came up

Chillin with the gee's, slinging ki's, tryin to clock bucks

Be a role-model when the locs wear the nine strapped

Didn't even think about the fact you were bum-rapped

Livin in the S-C 12 tryin to figure it out

Should I go to school, learn the rules, or should I drop out?

Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorant

Little knucklehead from my hood was still innocent

Coulda said, "Loc, what I'm doin ain't the way for you

You should go to school, get a job and you'll make it through"

But I didn't do it, I was flippin tryin to be the one

Rollin in a 6-4 plushed on them things with bumps

Used to kick you down everyday, cause I had it, loc

Let you hit the bud' now and then, it was like a joke

You were goin down, then your mother tried to talk to me

But I was playin dumb and said I didn't even know you, gee

6 months later after doin 2 in county blues

Saw you at the park, khaki'd down, hanging with the fools

Smokin E.T., talkin about some drive-by

Lil knucklehead from my hood on a hoo-ride



A little knucklehead nigga

Just a knucklehead nigga from my hood, loc

Yeah a little nigga from my hood

Little niggas

Slow your roll, soldiers

Word up



[VERSE 2: Prode'je]

Now you're from the hood and you're running with the baby locs

Claimin rap-mob, slingin dope, and you're never broke

Got your own 9, and it's smokin every single night

Now I got the word from the streets, and it's nighty-night

Lil knucklehead from my hood on the downslide

Tryin to be the one, my nigga tryin to make it up high

Coulda told him this is nothing, coulda said him straight then

Now he's tryin to bang, and somebody's gonna smoke him

6 months later 13, and a menace now

Got a little juice as we chill with the pot crowd

Gettin fucked up off the E.T. and St. Ides

Tellin me that I'm the nigga that he used to idolize

Now you're like me ,little nigga

Better keep your finger on the trigger

Or it's 6 feet, little nigga

Cause on the slab it's a trip, and if you slip, you're a sleeper

But I'ma be my little brother's keeper

Put him in the spot, let him clock notch

Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge buckshots

But one day my nigga tripped

I caught him with a pipe in his mouth, and I flipped

Knucklehead nigga goin down in the hood, and it's bad for my business

So I had to just dismiss

Now he's back on the block

2 months later little loc got shot

2 in the dome by a fool that he jacked for a muthafuckin quarter

I guess times got harder



My little knucklehead nigga

Just a knucklehead nigga from my hood

What's up with all that shit, nigga?

Slow your roll

Yeah, yeah, yeah

From my hood

My little niggas from the hood