Why My Homie

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 Niggas 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 f**ked 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 f**kin dyin Chorus I (2X)