[Master P]
 Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year  but
 like Bone said  to all my homies ain't here  see ya in the crossroads  fool

 Imagine this  me dressed in all black
 At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat
 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, "Waterfalls"
 But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
 Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
 Now me and Silkk got to ride
 After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
 Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
 I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
 My mama look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
 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 they eyes
 Damn, everybody's got to die
 But one day, I guess we gon to wake up
 When they puttin me in that black truck
 It could be you, it could be her
 But in the end everybody gets did up
 Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
 I still question God for callin my homie name

 Chorus I (2X): Why my homie had to die?
 Now somebody mama gonna cry

 [Silkk]
 Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
 But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda fucked me up
 I never thought he could be here then he could be gone
 I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
 I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
 See someone died in my family, didn't even much affect you
 I wonder why my homie died at such a young age
 I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page
 Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to live
 See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
 Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
 But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed
 Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay hard
 But look at Mr. President in the White House tryin to play God
 Put us all in one big ole boat
 They call it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto

 Damn. Looks like the Statue of Liberty is cryin
 I guess that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin

 Chorus I (2X)

 [C-Murder]
 My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
 Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
 I'm paranoid, lookin for the niggaz that did him in
 They say it was his homie coulda been his best friend
 My mama tell me keep my head on solid ground
 But I can't forget how my brotha went down
 An eye for an eye, another must lose his life
 Never seen his 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 anotha nigga dirty dance
 Sometimes I sit and remenisce about the old days
 Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways
 When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
 Close my eyes and then I see my fuckin brother again
 And when I wake up I'm hit by reality
 Realizin, it was just a memory
 Cause everybody put us down for bein drug dealas
 But I say fuck em, and rest in peace Kevin Miller

 Chorus II (2X): Why my brother had to die?
 Now somebody mama gonna cry
 Why my homie had to die?
 Now somebody mama gonna cry

 (Why my homie had to die) Huh, ya'll niggaz betta wake up, and realize,
 this muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
 niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's constantly goin to
 funerals (why my homies got to die) constantly tryin to realize, why they
 people gotta die (why my brother had to die) And to all them muthafuckin
 Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
 crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. Cause I know ya'll got them
 muthafuckin earphones on, ridin in them drop-tops, up there in the clouds
 (I told ya Kevin, nigga) herbin on this Silkk the Shocker shit. Cause ya'll
 know (we was gon do this shit) my little nigga done shocked the world
 (nigga yo brother done did this shit) ya'll niggaz feel this shit,
 everywhere (Silkk, me and C) all cross the muthafuckin boulder (TRU, nigga)
 ya'll niggaz feel this shit (No Limit for life) peace, nigga (nigga, I told
 you we was gon take over this rap shit, nigga) I know you wearin that tatoo
 up there, fool. (lettin it be known) Me, Silkk and C (yeah, we down here
 handlin our business) down here countin millions (believe that, nigga)
 sippin on mo wet (???, fool) toastin to you fool. Huh, we done took over
 this rap game nigga. Let them niggaz up there know what's happenin