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 Why my homie had to die? Now somebody mama gonna cry 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 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 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.