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R-I-P homie, R-I-P |
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[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] |
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How do I say goodbye to what we had |
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The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad |
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I thought we'd get to see forever |
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But forever's gone away |
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It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
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[Master P] |
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Ya'll need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga |
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So many homies gone, trying to ball till they fall |
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Now I'm left with nothing but old cards |
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and a bunch of pictures on the wall |
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R-I-P tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real |
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But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed |
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And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave |
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And I remember when you first got high |
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and the first time you got laid |
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And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do |
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I never imagined living life without a nigga like you |
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[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] |
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{Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies }x2 |
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[Master P] |
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We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy |
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And every sunday grandma go to church |
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she said she gotta pray for her baby |
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And ah, your little son, he look just like you |
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And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through |
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And ah, me, C and Silkk, we got all the money but that don't mean shit |
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Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again |
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And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain |
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Keep your head up, and this for everybody that lost a relative in the street |
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game |
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[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] |
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Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
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And it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
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[Silkk The Shocker] |
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Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you |
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I just sit here and wonder why |
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But the law of life, and god placed us here |
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And said everybody must die |
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Aint it hard trying to move on, but still I try |
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Even though we got money, judgement day |
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Just some things we can't buy |
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Even though you gone, I never let you move on |
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Cause every time i think about you |
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I sit back and write your name in a song |
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Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt |
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It's kinda spooky when I see your face on a t-shirt |
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I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better |
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And watch it, cause death or funerals bring our family together |
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Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father |
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Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them |
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You'll never know if they'll be here tommorow |
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[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] |
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Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
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And it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies |
