Lil Knucklehead

[ Prode`je ]<br>South Central`s back in this muthafucka for the big Nine-Three<br>Dedicatin this to all you little young niggas<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Prode`je ]<br>Used to be my little homie from the hood when I came up<br>Chillin with the gee`s, slinging ki`s, tryin to clock bucks<br>Be a role-model when the locs wear the nine strapped<br>Didn`t even think about the fact you were bum-rapped<br>Livin in the S-C 12 tryin to figure it out<br>Should I go to school, learn the rules, or should I drop out?<br>Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorant<br>Little knucklehead from my hood was still innocent<br>Coulda said, "Loc, what I`m doin ain`t the way for you<br>You should go to school, get a job and you`ll make it through"<br>But I didn`t do it, I was flippin tryin to be the one<br>Rollin in a 6-4 plushed on them things with bumps<br>Used to kick you down everyday, cause I had it, loc<br>Let you hit the bud` now and then, it was like a joke<br>You were goin down, then your mother tried to talk to me<br>But I was playin dumb and said I didn`t even know you, gee<br>6 months later after doin 2 in county blues<br>Saw you at the park, khaki`d down, hanging with the fools<br>Smokin E.T., talkin about some drive-by<br>Lil knucklehead from my hood on a hoo-ride<br><br>A little knucklehead nigga<br>Just a knucklehead nigga from my hood, loc<br>Yeah a little nigga from my hood<br>Little niggas<br>Slow your roll, soldiers<br>Word up<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]<br>Now you`re from the hood and you`re running with the baby locs<br>Claimin rap-mob, slingin dope, and you`re never broke<br>Got your own 9, and it`s smokin every single night<br>Now I got the word from the streets, and it`s nighty-night<br>Lil knucklehead from my hood on the downslide<br>Tryin to be the one, my nigga tryin to make it up high<br>Coulda told him this is nothing, coulda said him straight then<br>Now he`s tryin to bang, and somebody`s gonna smoke him<br>6 months later 13, and a menace now<br>Got a little juice as we chill with the pot crowd<br>Gettin fucked up off the E.T. and St. Ides<br>Tellin me that I`m the nigga that he used to idolize<br>Now you`re like me ,little nigga<br>Better keep your finger on the trigger<br>Or it`s 6 feet, little nigga<br>Cause on the slab it`s a trip, and if you slip, you`re a sleeper<br>But I`ma be my little brother`s keeper<br>Put him in the spot, let him clock notch<br>Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge buckshots<br>But one day my nigga tripped<br>I caught him with a pipe in his mouth, and I flipped<br>Knucklehead nigga goin down in the hood, and it`s bad for my business<br>So I had to just dismiss<br>Now he`s back on the block<br>2 months later little loc got shot<br>2 in the dome by a fool that he jacked for a muthafuckin quarter<br>I guess times got harder<br><br>My little knucklehead nigga<br>Just a knucklehead nigga from my hood<br>What`s up with all that shit, nigga?<br>Slow your roll<br>Yeah, yeah, yeah<br>>From my hood<br>My little niggas from the hood