[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]
 Yall 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]
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 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, C 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
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 [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
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