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Lời bài hát: Why My Homie

Nhạc sĩ: Silkk The Shocker

Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650

Damn, I never thought I'd be wearing a suit and tie so many times a yearBut like Bone said, all my homies ain't here, bein' a crossroad foolImagine this, me dressed in all black, at a funeral strapped with a crownWho died? P, I guess it was my homie BlackSomebody rolled up and shot him in the backIt was sad, my homie took a damn fallSorta like the TLC video, waterfallBut this was the real deal, this ain't no movieNiggas drove up and blast my homie with a UziNot me, it's Silk, got to rideAfter the funeral, cause it's sad on my sideCause in the ghetto, it's one big black moonI mean people dying everyday, we all a doomMy mama look at me and say, boy watch yourselfBut I can't trip mama cause I live for myselfAnd if I die on the streets, then it's my time to goBut if I live to see another day, another funeralIt's sad, I look into they eyesDamn, everybody gots to dieBut one day, I guess we gonna wake upWhen they put me in that black truckIt could be you, it could be herBut in here, everybody gets lit upCause in the ghetto, everybody live like Jessie JCause I still question God for calling my homie nameWhy my homie had to dieNow somebody's mama gonna cryWhy my homie had to dieNow somebody's mama gonna cryI'm with my brother, parted islands far, he never really touched me muchBut to see my brother land dead on the floor really kinda *** me upI never thought he could hit me here, then he could be goneI never thought the day he left the house, he would be coming back homeI wonder when your time is gone, who gon' protect youSeems somebody died and my family didn't even much affect youI wonder why my homie died at such a young ageI wonder why my homie dead, then make the front pageCause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to liveI see you gotta watch out for all us killer kidsBelieve me, I be a youngster tryna spit the gameBut it's a damn shame, all of the *** done changedThrough all the struggling and striving, I try to stay wholeBut look up Mr. President of the White House tryna play GodPut us all in one big old boatHe call it housing project, I call it one big ghettoDamn, look like the Statue of Liberty is cryingI guess that mean the whole world is *** dyingBut why my homie had to dieNow somebody's mama gonna cryWhy my homie had to dieNow somebody's mama gonna cryMy nigga dead, my nigga diedHow the *** you figure, another victimMy brother was a drug dealerI'm paranoid looking for the niggas that did him inThey said it was his homies, could've been his best friendMy mama tell me keep my head on solid groundBut I can't forget how my brother went downAnd now I *** with another, must lose his lifeNever seen his kid, it's gonna be a bloody nightCause when you dead, you can't get a second chanceIt's up to me to make another nigga dirty danceSometimes I sit and reminisce about the old daysSelling dope and playing ball up in them coatwaysWhen I daydream, sometimes I got to drinkClose my eyes and then I see my *** brother againAnd when I wake up I'm hit by realityRealizing it was just a memoryCause everybody put us down for being drug dealersBut I say *** em and rest in peace Kevin MillerWhy my brother had to dieNot somebody's mama gonna cryWhy my homie had to dieNot somebody's mama gonna cryWhy my brother had to dieNot somebody's mama gonna cryWhy my homie had to dieY'all niggas better wake up and realizeThis mother*** album is dedicated to all the niggas that got a second chance on lifeAnd that's constantly going to funeralsConstantly trying to realize why they people got to dieAnd to all the mother*** G'sHustlers, ballers, up there in the crossroadsCrossfireThis album dedicated to y'all tooCause I know y'all got them mother*** earphones onRiding in them drop tops, up there in the cloudsHerbin' on this silk to shock the ***Cause y'all know my little nigga done shocked the worldY'all niggas feel this *** everywhereAll across the mother*** borderY'all niggas feel this ***No limit for lifeI know you gonna take over this rap *** niggaThen it be knownMe, Silk and ZDown there count millions niggaSipping on Moet, TLN foodToast to you foolWe done took over this rap game niggaLet them niggas up there know what's happening

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