What's the definition of a true homeboy, one that been down through the

thick and the thin. How many real soldiers you got on your team playa? Let's

talk about this thing called friends dog



Friends, All my partners and homeboys

Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side

Friends, Thugs that been down with me

Representin me and my clique, the ORC



Who can express what a playa feel

So much gratitude inside of me for my parters that done kept it real

Loyal through the hard times, when didn't nobody care

Everyone puttin' me down, but you was still there

So many come and go, turn from a friend to foe

But trues is with ya when ya seasoned or broke with no doe

Rolling a bucket, or dippin' in dropped double R's

Poor wit no record deal or signed and a superstar

Who can I call on when my backs up against that wall

That won't judge me, but love me and hug me when I trip and fall

Accept my flaws and mistakes, love me for who I am

Stand wit me waving at fans and when I ain't the man

Picture me crying at the age of 9

So many homeys dying, locked up in pens, living a life of crime

Slugs flying and been a witness to homicide

This life taught me love all you homies while they still alive



Friends, All my partners and homeboys

Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side

Friends, Thugs that been down with me

Representin me and my clique, the ORC



[Verse 2]



Keep your homies close, cuz in this business friends turn against you

Especially when you need ‘em the most, that's when they'll plot against you

Then commence to rubbing your name in the dirt

Leaving you torn apart with all the pain and the hurt

Jealousy and greed twisted with bitterness and envy

Make your friend be your most hated enemy

Seen it happen so many times before

Make you wanna leave the game and not wanna rhyme no more

Brotha against brotha and a father hating son

Somebody tell me what have we done

My back got blood stains and scabs from backstabs

Lived life looking for trues that I can call my comrades

Or soldiers, sick of them lying, backstabbing, vultures

In a world that's getting' colder

Need a shoulder that I can cry on, rely on, till the day I'm gone

We share that homey love thug bond, it's a friend, Baby



Friends, All my partners and homeboys

Playas is down to ride and stuck by my side

Friends, Thugs that been down with me

Representin me and my clique, the ORC



Some call 'em dogs, others call 'em rouges and comrades

Partners, hogs and aces, whatever the case is

Ain't no replacing a true to life friend

Soldier who been down through the thick and the thin

From the womb to the tomb, come floods or typhoons

We stuck together, endured the cuts and the wounds

Scabbed and bruised, survived the fights and the feuds

Separated we nuttin', but together we can't lose

Homeboys to the end, from the hood to the pen

My life in exchange for yours and your children

Nuttin' I wouldn't do for a friend like you

When I needed you the most ya came through (that's true)

When you hurt I feel pain, when you sad I cry

Allies and down homies to the day we die

I got ya back like a chiropractor, from day one

Throughout your life until the final chapter, we best friends playa!