Why My Homie

Silkk the Shocker

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Damn, I never thought I'd be wearing a suit and tie so many times a year.

But like Bone said, to all my homies in here, see you in the crossroad, fool.

Imagine it's me dressed in all black at a funeral strapped with a chrome gap.

Who died, P?

I guess it was my homie Black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back

It was sad.

My homie took a damn fall.

Sort of like the TLC video.

Waterfall.

But this was the real deal.

This ain't no movie.

Niggas drove up and blast my homie with a Uzi.

Not me, it's Silk.

Got to ride after the funeral.

Cause it's sad on my side.

Cause in that ghetto, it's one big black moon.

I mean, people dying every day.

We all are doomed.

My mama look at me and say, boy, watch yourself.

But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself.

And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go.

But if I live to see another day, another funeral.

It's sad.

I look into their eyes.

Damn.

Everybody gots to die.

But one day, I guess we gonna wake up.

When they put me in that black truck.

It could be you.

It could be her.

And everybody gets did up.

Cause in the ghetto, everybody live like Jesse James.

I still question God for calling my homie name.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

I'm with my grandfather, died when I was five.

He never really touched me much.

But to see my brother laying dead on the floor really kind of fucked me up.

I never thought he could hit me here, then he could be gone.

I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be coming back home.

I wonder when your time has gone, who gonna protect you?

Seems somebody died and my family didn't even much affect you.

I wonder why my homie died at such a young age.

I wonder why my homie debt didn't make the front page.

Cause it's a trip and life ain't even worth to live.

I seen you gotta watch out for all us killer kids.

Believe me, I be a youngster trying to spit the game.

But it's a damn shame.

All of the shit done changed.

Through all the struggling and striving, I try to stay whole.

But look at Mr. President of the White House trying to play gold.

Put us all in one big old boat.

He call it housing project.

I call it one big ghetto.

Damn.

Look like the Statue of Liberty is crying.

I guess that means the whole world is...

can die but why my homie had to die not somebody's mama gonna cry

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

My nigga did.

My nigga died.

How the fuck you pickin'?

Another victim.

My brother was a drug dealer.

I'm paranoid looking for the niggas that did him in.

They said it was his homies.

Could have been his best friend.

My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground.

But I can't forget how my brother went down And now I fall and I another must lose it right Never seen this kid, it's gonna be a bloody night Cause when you dead, you can't get a second chance It's up to me to make another nigga dirty dance

Sometimes I sit and reminisce about the old days.

Selling dope and playing ball up in them coat waves.

When I daydream, sometimes I got to grin.

Close my eyes and then I see my fucking brother again.

And when I wake up, I'm hit by reality Realizing it was just a memory

Cause everybody put us down for being drug dealing.

But I say fuck em and rest in peace Kevin Miller.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Y'all niggas better wake up and realize.

This motherfucking album is dedicated to all the niggas that got a second chance on life.

And that's constantly going to funeral.

Why my homies got to die?

Constantly trying to realize why they people got to die.

It's all the motherfucking G. Hustlers.

Ballers.

up there in the cross world my homie crossfire this album dedicated to y'all too

Because I know y'all got them motherfucking earphones on, riding in them drop tops.

Up down the clouds, I told you, Kevin.

Pervin on his silver jacket, shit.

But y'all know who's going to do this shit.

My little nigga done shocked the world.

Y'all niggas feel this shit everywhere.

All across the motherfucking boulder.

Y'all niggas feel this shit.

No limit for life.

I told you you gonna take over this rap shit, nigga.

Let it be known that we're down to have our business.

Down there count millions, nigga.

Sipping on Moet, T-L-N, fool.

toast to you fool we done took over this rap game nigga

Put them niggas up there and know what's happening.

Damn, I never thought I'd be wearing a suit and tie so many times a year.

But like Bone said, to all my homies in here, see you in the crossroad, fool.

Imagine it's me dressed in all black at a funeral strapped with a chrome gap.

Who died, P?

I guess it was my homie Black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back

It was sad.

My homie took a damn fall.

Sort of like the TLC video.

Waterfall.

But this was the real deal.

This ain't no movie.

Niggas drove up and blast my homie with a Uzi.

Not me, it's Silk.

Got to ride after the funeral.

Cause it's sad on my side.

Cause in that ghetto, it's one big black moon.

I mean, people dying every day.

We all are doomed.

My mama look at me and say, boy, watch yourself.

But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself.

And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go.

But if I live to see another day, another funeral.

It's sad.

I look into their eyes.

Damn.

Everybody gots to die.

But one day, I guess we gonna wake up.

When they put me in that black truck.

It could be you.

It could be her.

And everybody gets did up.

Cause in the ghetto, everybody live like Jesse James.

I still question God for calling my homie name.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

I'm with my grandfather, died when I was five.

He never really touched me much.

But to see my brother laying dead on the floor really kind of fucked me up.

I never thought he could hit me here, then he could be gone.

I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be coming back home.

I wonder when your time has gone, who gonna protect you?

Seems somebody died and my family didn't even much affect you.

I wonder why my homie died at such a young age.

I wonder why my homie debt didn't make the front page.

Cause it's a trip and life ain't even worth to live.

I seen you gotta watch out for all us killer kids.

Believe me, I be a youngster trying to spit the game.

But it's a damn shame.

All of the shit done changed.

Through all the struggling and striving, I try to stay whole.

But look at Mr. President of the White House trying to play gold.

Put us all in one big old boat.

He call it housing project.

I call it one big ghetto.

Damn.

Look like the Statue of Liberty is crying.

I guess that means the whole world is...

can die but why my homie had to die not somebody's mama gonna cry

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

My nigga did.

My nigga died.

How the fuck you pickin'?

Another victim.

My brother was a drug dealer.

I'm paranoid looking for the niggas that did him in.

They said it was his homies.

Could have been his best friend.

My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground.

Sometimes I sit and reminisce about the old days.

Selling dope and playing ball up in them coat waves.

When I daydream, sometimes I got to grin.

Close my eyes and then I see my fucking brother again.

And when I wake up, I'm hit by reality Realizing it was just a memory

Cause everybody put us down for being drug dealing.

But I say fuck em and rest in peace Kevin Miller.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Y'all niggas better wake up and realize.

This motherfucking album is dedicated to all the niggas that got a second chance on life.

And that's constantly going to funeral.

Why my homies got to die?

Constantly trying to realize why they people got to die.

It's all the motherfucking G. Hustlers.

Ballers.

up there in the cross world my homie crossfire this album dedicated to y'all too

Because I know y'all got them motherfucking earphones on, riding in them drop tops.

Up down the clouds, I told you, Kevin.

Pervin on his silver jacket, shit.

But y'all know who's going to do this shit.

My little nigga done shocked the world.

Y'all niggas feel this shit everywhere.

All across the motherfucking boulder.

Y'all niggas feel this shit.

No limit for life.

I told you you gonna take over this rap shit, nigga.

Let it be known that we're down to have our business.

Down there count millions, nigga.

Sipping on Moet, T-L-N, fool.

toast to you fool we done took over this rap game nigga

Put them niggas up there and know what's happening.

Silkk the Shocker

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บันทึก

Damn, I never thought I'd be wearing a suit and tie so many times a year.

But like Bone said, to all my homies in here, see you in the crossroad, fool.

Imagine it's me dressed in all black at a funeral strapped with a chrome gap.

Who died, P?

I guess it was my homie Black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back

It was sad.

My homie took a damn fall.

Sort of like the TLC video.

Waterfall.

But this was the real deal.

This ain't no movie.

Niggas drove up and blast my homie with a Uzi.

Not me, it's Silk.

Got to ride after the funeral.

Cause it's sad on my side.

Cause in that ghetto, it's one big black moon.

I mean, people dying every day.

We all are doomed.

My mama look at me and say, boy, watch yourself.

But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself.

And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go.

But if I live to see another day, another funeral.

It's sad.

I look into their eyes.

Damn.

Everybody gots to die.

But one day, I guess we gonna wake up.

When they put me in that black truck.

It could be you.

It could be her.

And everybody gets did up.

Cause in the ghetto, everybody live like Jesse James.

I still question God for calling my homie name.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

I'm with my grandfather, died when I was five.

He never really touched me much.

But to see my brother laying dead on the floor really kind of fucked me up.

I never thought he could hit me here, then he could be gone.

I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be coming back home.

I wonder when your time has gone, who gonna protect you?

Seems somebody died and my family didn't even much affect you.

I wonder why my homie died at such a young age.

I wonder why my homie debt didn't make the front page.

Cause it's a trip and life ain't even worth to live.

I seen you gotta watch out for all us killer kids.

Believe me, I be a youngster trying to spit the game.

But it's a damn shame.

All of the shit done changed.

Through all the struggling and striving, I try to stay whole.

But look at Mr. President of the White House trying to play gold.

Put us all in one big old boat.

He call it housing project.

I call it one big ghetto.

Damn.

Look like the Statue of Liberty is crying.

I guess that means the whole world is...

can die but why my homie had to die not somebody's mama gonna cry

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

My nigga did.

My nigga died.

How the fuck you pickin'?

Another victim.

My brother was a drug dealer.

I'm paranoid looking for the niggas that did him in.

They said it was his homies.

Could have been his best friend.

My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground.

Sometimes I sit and reminisce about the old days.

Selling dope and playing ball up in them coat waves.

When I daydream, sometimes I got to grin.

Close my eyes and then I see my fucking brother again.

And when I wake up, I'm hit by reality Realizing it was just a memory

Cause everybody put us down for being drug dealing.

But I say fuck em and rest in peace Kevin Miller.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Y'all niggas better wake up and realize.

This motherfucking album is dedicated to all the niggas that got a second chance on life.

And that's constantly going to funeral.

Why my homies got to die?

Constantly trying to realize why they people got to die.

It's all the motherfucking G. Hustlers.

Ballers.

up there in the cross world my homie crossfire this album dedicated to y'all too

Because I know y'all got them motherfucking earphones on, riding in them drop tops.

Up down the clouds, I told you, Kevin.

Pervin on his silver jacket, shit.

But y'all know who's going to do this shit.

My little nigga done shocked the world.

Y'all niggas feel this shit everywhere.

All across the motherfucking boulder.

Y'all niggas feel this shit.

No limit for life.

I told you you gonna take over this rap shit, nigga.

Let it be known that we're down to have our business.

Down there count millions, nigga.

Sipping on Moet, T-L-N, fool.

toast to you fool we done took over this rap game nigga

Put them niggas up there and know what's happening.

Damn, I never thought I'd be wearing a suit and tie so many times a year.

But like Bone said, to all my homies in here, see you in the crossroad, fool.

Imagine it's me dressed in all black at a funeral strapped with a chrome gap.

Who died, P?

I guess it was my homie Black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back

It was sad.

My homie took a damn fall.

Sort of like the TLC video.

Waterfall.

But this was the real deal.

This ain't no movie.

Niggas drove up and blast my homie with a Uzi.

Not me, it's Silk.

Got to ride after the funeral.

Cause it's sad on my side.

Cause in that ghetto, it's one big black moon.

I mean, people dying every day.

We all are doomed.

My mama look at me and say, boy, watch yourself.

But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself.

And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go.

But if I live to see another day, another funeral.

It's sad.

I look into their eyes.

Damn.

Everybody gots to die.

But one day, I guess we gonna wake up.

When they put me in that black truck.

It could be you.

It could be her.

And everybody gets did up.

Cause in the ghetto, everybody live like Jesse James.

I still question God for calling my homie name.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

I'm with my grandfather, died when I was five.

He never really touched me much.

But to see my brother laying dead on the floor really kind of fucked me up.

I never thought he could hit me here, then he could be gone.

I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be coming back home.

I wonder when your time has gone, who gonna protect you?

Seems somebody died and my family didn't even much affect you.

I wonder why my homie died at such a young age.

I wonder why my homie debt didn't make the front page.

Cause it's a trip and life ain't even worth to live.

I seen you gotta watch out for all us killer kids.

Believe me, I be a youngster trying to spit the game.

But it's a damn shame.

All of the shit done changed.

Through all the struggling and striving, I try to stay whole.

But look at Mr. President of the White House trying to play gold.

Put us all in one big old boat.

He call it housing project.

I call it one big ghetto.

Damn.

Look like the Statue of Liberty is crying.

I guess that means the whole world is...

can die but why my homie had to die not somebody's mama gonna cry

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

My nigga did.

My nigga died.

How the fuck you pickin'?

Another victim.

My brother was a drug dealer.

I'm paranoid looking for the niggas that did him in.

They said it was his homies.

Could have been his best friend.

My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground.

Sometimes I sit and reminisce about the old days.

Selling dope and playing ball up in them coat waves.

When I daydream, sometimes I got to grin.

Close my eyes and then I see my fucking brother again.

And when I wake up, I'm hit by reality Realizing it was just a memory

Cause everybody put us down for being drug dealing.

But I say fuck em and rest in peace Kevin Miller.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die.

Now somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my brother had to die.

Not somebody's mama gonna cry.

Why my homie had to die?

Y'all niggas better wake up and realize.

This motherfucking album is dedicated to all the niggas that got a second chance on life.

And that's constantly going to funeral.

Why my homies got to die?

Constantly trying to realize why they people got to die.

It's all the motherfucking G. Hustlers.

Ballers.

up there in the cross world my homie crossfire this album dedicated to y'all too

Because I know y'all got them motherfucking earphones on, riding in them drop tops.

Up down the clouds, I told you, Kevin.

Pervin on his silver jacket, shit.

But y'all know who's going to do this shit.

My little nigga done shocked the world.

Y'all niggas feel this shit everywhere.

All across the motherfucking boulder.

Y'all niggas feel this shit.

No limit for life.

I told you you gonna take over this rap shit, nigga.

Let it be known that we're down to have our business.

Down there count millions, nigga.

Sipping on Moet, T-L-N, fool.

toast to you fool we done took over this rap game nigga

Put them niggas up there and know what's happening.

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