[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

Writer : PERREN, FREDDIE/YARIAN, CHRISTINE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing