*featuring C-Murder, Master P
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[Master P]
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Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
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like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
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Imagine this, me dressed in all black
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At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat
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Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
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Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
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It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
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Sort of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
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But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
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Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
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Now me and Silkk got to ride
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After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
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Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
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I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
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My mama look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
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But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
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And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
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But if I live to see another day, another funeral
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It's sad, I look into they eyes
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Damn, everybody's got to die
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But one day, I guess we gon to wake up
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When they puttin me in that black truck
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It could be you, it could be her
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But in the end everybody gets did up
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Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
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I still question God for callin my homie name
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[Chorus I (2X):]
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Why my homie had to die?
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Now somebody mama gonna cry
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[Silkk]
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Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
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But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda fucked me up
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I never thought he could be here then he could be gone
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I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
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I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
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See someone died in my family, didn't even much affect you
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I wonder why my homie died at such a young age
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I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page
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Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to live
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See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
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Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
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But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed
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Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay hard
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But look at Mr. President in the White House tryin to play God
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Put us all in one big ole boat
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They call it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto
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Damn. Looks like the Statue of Liberty is cryin
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I guess that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin
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[Chorus I (2X)]
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[C-Murder]
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My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
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Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
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I'm paranoid, lookin for the niggaz that did him in
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They say it was his homie coulda been his best friend
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My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground
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But I can't forget how my brotha went down
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An eye for an eye, another must lose his life
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Never seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody night
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Cause when you dead, you can't get a second chance
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It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty dance
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Sometimes I sit and remenisce about the old days
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Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways
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When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
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Close my eyes and then I see my fuckin brother again
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And when I wake up I'm hit by reality
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Realizin, it was just a memory
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Cause everybody put us down for bein drug dealas
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But I say fuck em, and rest in peace Kevin Miller
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[Chorus II (2X):]
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Why my brother had to die?
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Now somebody mama gonna cry
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Why my homie had to die?
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Now somebody mama gonna cry
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(Why my homie had to die) Huh, ya'll niggaz betta wake up, and realize,
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this muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
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niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's constantly goin to
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funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why they
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people gotta die (why my brother had to die) And to all them muthafuckin
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Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
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crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. Cause I know ya'll got them
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muthafuckin earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
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(I told ya Kevin, nigga) herbin on this Silkk the Shocker shit. Cause ya'll
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know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga done sho |