B-REAL - Dude Vs. Homie lyrics

rate me

I spit somethin in your ear to make you hear what I hear

I don't think you're ready but it's a brand new year

I got love for you motherfuckers, even you haters

Listen to me put it down I'm only doin a favor

Dude over here's tryin to make his cake

Homie over here's tryin to take his cake

He's just sittin in the cut waitin for a mistake

And when the time is right he's movin all through his estate

Homie don't give a fuck about Dude or his fam

Didn't think about repercussions of killin the man

He only thought about one thing, jackin his neighbors

And all the fly shit he'd have once he had their paper

Buy a house in the hills, brand new grills

Chop top Phantom on thirty dollar bills

But dude ain't soft, he's ready for war

The tattoo on his arm says I'll take what's yours

What's yours is mine and if I get my

Hands on your money ain't nothin you can do about it

I go for mine and if you put your

Hands on my money I'll show you how we be about it

Dude grew up like a thug in the street

Homie didn't know what he was doin to eat

He was blinded by the envy and numb with greed

He didn't care who he fucked over to serve his needs

Both are on a crash course, with no survivors

No, life preservers, just shot out tires

And the arm of the law don't care about those riders

They only, try to divide us, but catch arthritis

They might even try to get Dude so they can supply him

Homie's, home connivin dreamin of Dude dyin

Dude moves weight, more hate is risin

Every day Homie works up the nerve to fight him

But, Dude ain't never fucked over nobody Homey

Niggaz on the street love Dude and think you're phony

They don't trust you for a minute, you jacked them too

Homie you gonna get yours and it might be soon

Homie's got his crew ready, hungry for money

Dude's at his peak now and he ain't funny

He got a bird at the mansion like Playboy Bunnies

And a yacht, at the dock, called Sweet As Honey

Dude sweated bloodshed and tears for this

Homie never moved one finger for shit

Only when he had his heat to take it from others

He put a bullet in a nigga for defending his mother

Homie wanted everything, Dude wanted release

But no matter what he had he couldn't find no peace

He kept waitin for the moment that his life would cease

Now here comes Homie, he'll set him free

But Homie don't know, Dude is a pro

And got a kid on the way comin to change his flow

Dude don't know Homie's at the door

And when he comes through he's comin with the crew and more

Teflon vests, ski-masks and sacks

Put the guns to your face with the hammer cocked back

Homie doesn't realize he's on the cam

Dude already made calls and secured his fam

Rollin, up the block in a white mini-van

It's the Homie's long ride to the darkest land

Rollin, up the block in a white mini-van

It's the Homie's long ride to the darkest land