Goodbye To My Homies - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Goodbye To My Homies
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Fred Perrin, Christine Yarian

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Lyric:
RIP homie, RIP

How do I say goodbye to what we had
The good times that made us that, outweighed 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

Y'all need to smile for my ghetto heroes, nigga

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 tattoos, 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

'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

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 ah, she gonna pull it through
And ah, me, C and Silkk, we got all the 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

'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

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?

Ain't it hard trying to move on but still I try
Even though we got money, judgment 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 I see your face on a t-shirt

I just pray to God, for its hard wishing, it would get better
And watch it, 'cause death or funerals, bring our family together
Now look, we done, lost a brother, your son, you lost a father
Life ain't promised us, so tell somebody you love them
You'll never know when they'll be here tomorrow

'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

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16 On Death Row - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: 16 On Death Row
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Death Row
That's where motherfuckers is endin' up

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness
Wonder if they'll catch me or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich?

Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin while I'm walkin', and talkin' behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
'Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune here's my chance to spin it

Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin' trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass

Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I'm nothin' nice
Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics

I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow, turn 'em into forty-niners

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, 'cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back

I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin' Hell

I shouldn'ta let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' torn

They made me an animal
Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend

My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me
'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath from your jugular
The trick is to never lose hope
I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath
I'm bitter 'cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16

I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me

He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin'
On the poor, and how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me

I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
To keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin' motherfuckers
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers

'Cause once they got you locked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot up
I'm convinced self-defense is the way
Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I woulda known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headin' for the chair

Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

16 on Death Row
It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row

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Comin' Home - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Comin' Home
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Joe Sample, Montell Jordan, Will Jennings

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Lyric:
I'm comin' home
I said I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I said I'm comin' home
I just can't wait to get back home

I'm comin' home
(Back to L.A.)
I said I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
(Ba-back to L.A.)
I said I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home
(Back to L.A.)
I said I'm comin' home
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Damn, it's good to be back home
In city streets where I used to roam
The neighborhood has changed
But somehow always stays the same

Liquor stores on every other block
I see my homies so I make a stop
And though I'm tempted
I won't fall back in the game

My next stop is filled with love
Because it's moms and pops I'm thinkin' of
As I get closer, I smell the barbecue
And as I step into the yard

My grandma shouts, "I praise the Lord"
And so do the honeys, uh
This'll be so cool
To be back home
(Back to L.A.)
Where I belong
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Where I used to stay
(Ba-back to L.A.)
Where I long to be
(Back to L.A.)

This is home for me
(Ba-back to L.A.)
Back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
(Ba-back to L.A.)

As the party starts to coolin' out
You know me and here's what I'm thinkin' 'bout
Gettin' with a cutie, 'cause I don't have much time
(My flight leaves at nine)

Should I go with the one that I know well?
Or swing a new one back to my hotel?
It really doesn't matter
'Cause all of them are so fine

Now, um, uh, I think I know what kind of woman you are
So what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Would you swing from a chandelier?
Or maybe whisper "Oh Monty" with your tongue in my ear

I tell ya, girl, if you're the one that I choose
I'm knockin' boots and pumps and any other kind of shoes
And you could keep my drawers as memoirs
Of my last day, when Monty Swing was back in L.A.

(Back to L.A.)
Where I long to be
(Ba-back to L.A.)
This is home for me
(Back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A., yeah
(Ba-back to L.A.)
(Back to L.A.)
Where I long to be
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Oh oh, oh oh
(Ba-back to L.A.)

As a tear comes to my eye
It's so hard to say goodbye
I would like to stay
But I got other plans

So I tip my cap with ease
I treasure all those precious memories
'Cause I got to get back
Out to all of my fans

Now it's off to Atlanta GA
And I might stop in D.C. on the way
Chillin' on the east coast
But just a little while

But no matter where I go
I will always let you know
That I'm singing this
South Central L.A. style

And I'm back home
(Back to L.A.)
Where I belong
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Where I used to stay
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Where I long to be
(Back to L.A.)
This is home for me
(Ba-back to L.A.)

Back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Oh oh, oh oh
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm chillin' on Crenshaw
(Back to L.A.)
On 54th Street
(Ba-back to L.A.)

On 4th Avenue
(Back to L.A.)
This might be new to you
(Ba-back to L.A.)

But I'm goin' on home
(Back to L.A.)
This is where I belong
(Ba-back to L.A.)

I'm back in L.A.
(Back to L.A.)
Oh oh, oh oh
(Ba-back to L.A.)

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Every Time You Go Away - Lyrics - Gemini - Brian Mcknight

Title: Every Time You Go Away
Album: Gemini
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Brian Mcknight

Lyric:
Every time that I'm with you girl
I can't believe you share my world
But it's real
And every time that I hold you close to me
Forever's all that I can see
How it feels

See I don't give a damn what my homies say
Don't matter anyway
See I never felt this way before
You leave a brother wantin' more

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back
It's hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that's a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish that you could stay
Every time you go away

From the very first time that I touched you babe
Couldn't find the words to say
You set me free
And every time that I kiss your lips
Nothin' ever tasted quite like this
Or got so deep

See I don't give a damn what my homies say
Don't matter anyway
See I never ever felt this way before
You always leave me wantin' more

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back
It's hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that's a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish that you could stay
Every time you go away

You're the sunshine of my day
You brighten up my night
You take a piece of me with you
Every time you say goodbye

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back
It's hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that's a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish that you could stay
Every time you go away

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back
It's hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that's a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish that you could stay
Every time you go away

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back
It's hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that's a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish that you could stay
Every time you go away

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back
It's hard to breathe without you girl
And baby that's a fact
I know sometimes you have to leave
But I wish that you could stay
Every time you go away

I hate to see you go
Even though I know when you're comin' back

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I Aint Mad At Cha - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: I Aint Mad At Cha
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Delmar Daz Arnaud, Danny Steward, Tupac Shakur, Etterlaine Jordan

Lyric:
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
Givin' a motherfucker,
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, ?cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha

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Bang - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Bang
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
J ***, what we do, what we do?
Look, ***, listen

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

Gettin' my *** on, red strings on
Louis Vuitton kicks, Louis Vuitton frames on
Louis Vuitton belt holdin' the ***
You know who I am, *** I'm Mr. Westside

This West West or nothin', get your *** get your flag
Gangstas, we love to sag, we *** it back and ***
Like booyaka booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound, everybody get down

Look, *** I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a *** about a *** needs
And *** try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the *** and get out

Say goodbye to the '64, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his *** face
Up, down, now watch my *** scrape
Daz call Snoop, I'ma *** walk to get Dre

And *** bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble *** like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a *** in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that, like that? Like that

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it, I must admit it, so *** go and rep it
Lil' homies around here constantly on smash mode
Lil' *** with *** that blowin' out your ***

How we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real *** for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D R E

We not S T A R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
*** we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll 'Set It Off' like Queen Latifah, red beam on the ***

Chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ***
It's hood, *** ready to get it, your *** can get it
'Cause I know she'll *** in less than a minute

Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli *** situational attack
In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black
Like this and like that

Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Out on him with the mask and plastic
We got access to massive ***
Purchased last week, DPG, C

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

Here come them outta town *** what up, ***?
What up, cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was
Should I tell 'em, ***? Nah, *** 'em, loc
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes

Dash, brake, bounce and scrape
Run up on the '64, see the ***
*** like Eazy, *** like Dre
*** like Snoop, *** in L.A.

*** like ***
From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie, get stripped in the club
Like a *** in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club

No jewelry, you can't wear *** in the club
And that go for every *** in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs, remember that

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

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