Goodbye to My Homies

                                  [Featuring Mo B. Dick  Silkk  Sons Of Funk] 



[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 laugh outweighted 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] 



y'all niggas smile for my ghetto heroes 



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, see and Silk we got a little 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 



Ended 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 one day I see your face on a t-shirt 



I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better 



And why it take a death or a funeral to 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 whether they'll be here tomorrow 



[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick] 



Chorus