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I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood.
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Till all this black on black crime stop.
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Some say the blind lead the blind.
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But in the ghetto you never know,
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When it's gon be yo time.
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Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout
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All my homies passed away (uuunnnggghhh!)
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Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold
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That's how me and my boys rolled
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How could it be?
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Somebody took my boy from me
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My best friend's gone
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And I'm so all alone
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I really miss my homies
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Even though they gone away
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I know you in a better place
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And I hope to see ya soon someday
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I used to hang with my boy even slang with my boy
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Used to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy
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We started out young stars in the park throw in birds
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In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in the dirt
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The game got me workin, got me perkin, never jerkin
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Still blowin dolja fo ya cause I know you up there workin
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Ya little baby's cool and ya baby's mama straight
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But today's a sad day to see the t-shirt with ya face
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From the cradle to the grave, from the streets we used to fall
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In the park you liked to ball, put yo name upon the wall
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In the projects you's a legend on the street you was a star
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But it's sad to see my homeboy ridin in that black car
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A lotta soldiers done died, a lotta mothers done cried
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You done took yo piece of the pie but you was too young to retire
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Why soldiers ride for yo name leave it vain
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Some Gs never change, damn they killed you for some change
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Smile for my homie Kevin Miller my boy Randall
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The ghetto persons that lost they loved ones to these ghetto scandals
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Take a minute to smile for the dead (uuunnnggghhh!)
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Smile for the dead (RIP 2Pac, Makaveli)
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All my homies who done made it to the crossroads
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(Biggie Smalls)
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How could it be?
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Somebody took my boy from me
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(It's like I can't believe you gone)
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My best friend's gone
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(Sometimes I feel like I can't go on)
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And I'm so all alone
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(Everytime I see something you done left
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I really miss my homies
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(It just remind me, more and more of you, dawg)
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Even though they gone away
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(I just keep reminiscin)
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I know you in a better place
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(Cause I know you alright)
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And I hope to see ya soon someday
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(And I keep smilin, knowin I'm a see you in the crossroads]
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We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys
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But I'd give up all that bullshit if I could get back my boy
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Off in the club smokin weed til 3, hollerin at the hoes
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Spendin $4000 on me on gators and clothes
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When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game
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Nigga told me, "C, leave that dope, cause rappin is yo thang"
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I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry
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Wonderin why the real niggas always the ones to die
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So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind
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I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
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I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
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For all the niggas in the game that be sellin keys
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I keep my memories, try to keep my head strong
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But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
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Even though you gone away
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(Even though you gone, you ain't never gon be forgotten)
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I know you in a better place
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(Cause as long as I'm here
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You gon live through me and other TRU playas)
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I really miss my homies
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Even though they gone away
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I know you in a better place
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And I hope to see ya soon someday
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I'm just sittin here dazed thinkin bout all the times we had
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Thinkin the past, some was good and some was bad
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Remember Dante?
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It was a group of us, just a group of five
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Now three dead, one in jail, it seem right now I'm the only one alive
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To all my soldiers before me, may ya'll rest in peace
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When He took three, took my soul, just the bodies
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He at the crossroads guide us out to the rest of me
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Wishin I could rewind time like demos
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Me and you gettin girls, writin down numbers like memos
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Makin million dollar bets, makin all our money stretch like limos
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Even though I smile, it's sad, but they say gangstas can't cry
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But if I close my eyes and visualize me together
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Then I suddenly wanna smile
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To see you laid down when it's yo time, when your time was up
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You never seen your c |