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Goodbye to my Homies

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

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