Lil Knucklehead

South Central's back in this mutha******a for the big Nine-Three

Dedicatin this to all you little young ******s

[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 ******

Just a knucklehead ****** from my hood, loc

Yeah a little ****** from my hood

Little ******s

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 ******, 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 ****** 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 ****** up off the E.T. and St. Ides

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

Now you're like me ,little ******

Better keep your finger on the trigger

Or it's 6 feet, little ******

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 ****** tripped

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

Knucklehead ****** 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 mutha****** quarter

I guess times got harder

My little knucklehead ******

Just a knucklehead ****** from my hood

What's up with all that ******t, ******?

Slow your roll

Yeah, yeah, yeah

From my hood

My little ******s from the hood