Lil Knucklehead

[ 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