To The Homies We Lost

[1]-Nigga we done been through a whole lotta shit together,
 to runnin these streets 2 bein down 4 whateva and now that
 ur gone i gotta whole lotta shit 2 tell ya.
Things I should a said way back when we was younger, 
rememba when we used 2 role hand in hand and now in trippin
 on how i really miss u man and rememba when u and me would
 say we'd get up out this hood and everything would b ok. 
Its all good now my nigga we out the hood now we had the 
sme ideas but not the same carrears we shared the same old 
laughs but not the same tears . U were my homie my stonie 
my roadie, my nigga and neva placed no bitch be 4 me, man i
 swear 2 god I luved u that shit y u hav to get hit. where 
was i what time was it? u was supposed 2 get older wit me 
on stage hands on sholders wit me copin them range rovers 
wit me, sittin on thangs smokin trees and if it wasn't 4 
the will that god had maed I'd turn back the hands of time 
and take yo place sittin here sippin on this Hennessey 
thinkin about what u ment to me my nigga

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Although ur gon u will always b my nigga though u not at 
home im still missin u my nigga im fellin like the time it 
was wrong my nigga though u smilin down sayin carry on my 
nigga sumtimes my nights can get long my nigga sumtimes i 
feel god did me wrong my nigga, so i had 2 rite a song my 
nigga, just 2 let u know that ur still my nigga (i wish, i 
wish i wish i wish i wish i wish)
[2]- ya little son is looki at me like wheres my daddy and 
ya 13 yr. old daughters med cause he understands promised 
ya momma id take care of the family but shes so hurt she 
turns away my helpin hand. Damn i wish yo ass was here my 
nigga role that grey bed and smoke that cigar my nigga and 
we would talk about u gettin up out this game and u would 
tell me how it keeps callin ya name..........we used 2 ride
 ride ride nava afraid 2 die die die and sumtimes well cry 

cry cry askin the lord why why why 2 tear down these 
projects, we were homies 4 like 20 thug years sat in church
 and cried the same thug tears and u remember when vibe 
world premered, man we used 2 shere the same old gear and 
rember when u and me would say we'd get up out this hood 
and everything would b ok. its all good now my nigga we out
 the hood now, its so easy for folks 2 say rob just live on
 when im dyin every second that ur gone neva the less i try
 my best 2 b strong hopin u said ya prayers b 4 u went on 
home. We done stood on these blocks and just shoot the 
breeze we slap boxed in the middle of the street and if a 
fight broke out u would take up 4 me but all i left (i wish
 i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish)
[Gottie]- yo dog i cant explain how i miss u we stayed 
2gether copin canes popin pistols i miss u most puttin the 
du-rag over ya bean head, even out the hood only seen u 
brag comin up off the fenes wit bags runnin up out the 
cleaners jag u was the closest nigga i had look how we 
stayed aces, hustled made big faces i wish we could trade 
places fuck givin u ice id rather give u life and the 
things that id had id give u twice what the deal my nigga i
 know u holdin it down if u could c me u would say im 
talkin soft right now but its hard 4 me 2 say when imma c u
 again and i know its fucked up i gotta talk throgh this 
pen but u died 4 the luv of the dough, the luv of the 
block, 16 u was runnin the spot, boy ya momma used 2 hate 
how we stood on the curb hangin wit wild thug niggas, 
smokin the herb imma keep pourin this liquior and thats my 
word this here is 4 my niggas that b flippin them birds 
word up

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