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Up early in the mornin', dressed in black |
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Don't aks why 'cause |
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I'm down in a suit and tie |
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They killed a homie that |
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I went to school with |
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I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with |
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I still hear the screams of his mother |
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While my nigga laid dead in the gutter |
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And it's gettin' to my temple |
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Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? |
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It makes me so mad |
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I want to get my sawed in |
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And have some bodies hauled in |
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But no, I pay my respects and |
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I'm through |
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Hug my crew and maybe she'd a tear or two |
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Then I wanna get blitz |
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Grab my 40 ounce and then |
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I reminisce |
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About a brother who had to be the one and only |
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So I dedicate this to my dead homiez |
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Another homie got murdered on a shakedown |
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And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown |
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Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted |
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A framed picture and a closed casket |
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A single file line about 50 cars long |
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All drivin' slow with they lights on |
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He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath |
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What good is that when you're six feet deep? |
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I look at that shit and gotta think to myself |
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And thank |
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God for my health' |
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Cause nobody really ever know |
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When it's gonna be they family on the front row |
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So I take everythin' slow, go with the flow |
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And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if |
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I don't know' |
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Cause that's what pops told me |
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But I wish he could have said it to my dead homiez |
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I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun |
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Now it's rest in peace after every one |
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Except me, but |
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I ain't the one to front |
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Seems like |
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I'm viewin' a body every other month |
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Plus, I knew him when he was yea big |
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Pour beer on the curb before |
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I take a swig |
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But somethin' ain't right |
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When it's a tragedy that's the only time that the family's tight |
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Lovin' each other in a carin' mood |
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There's lots of people and lots of food |
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They say be strong and you're tryin' |
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But how strong can you be when you see your pop's cryin' |
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So that's why |
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Ice Cube's dressed up |
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Because the city is so fuckin' messed up |
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And everybody's so phony |
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Take a little time to think about your dead homiez |
