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| Ice-T VI - Return Of The Real Dear Homie Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. [Hen-Gee] Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus you're bein heard G I guess you know niggaz is still trippin I don't know why, they see a future in it We're headed for self-destruction Can't function Only thing I can do is pray And thank God, for another day Yes Homie, it's rough down here. I gotta watch my back Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own colour Tryin to work me Tryin to hurt me Ain't no L-O-V-E Please tell me why, Dear Homie [Ice-T] Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke And I'm lookin over ya loc Always knew there was fools out to get me I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin When my head hit the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my advice Well Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice And the place I'm at is overpacked With young blacks who crash crack and gats I can only pray You don't come this way You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G I feel ya partner but I worry alot Bust shots I know you're tryin' to comfort me But I don't want no company, Homie [Hen-Gee] Dear Homie, even though you're gone I still fell your presence Sometimes I can sleep Cos I just can't see Reality like it really should be seen I still reminisce on how we used to kick it Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together Down for whatever, whenever And now I'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in me we where meant to be [Ice-T] Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G. Now ya really gotta look up to me Cos the place I'm at, is way high in the sky I didn't want to die But the life I lived was just to reckless Too many bad marks on God's checklist And many many brothers will go out Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout But a street reps final test, is when you're lying in a coffin with you're hands folded on your chest. Then ya hear the girls cry Then ya hear the brothers lie Talkin' about how down you was Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz'. Don't wanna see ya on your back, So for me stay sucka free, cos you don't need that, Homie. Dear Homie... Dear Homie... Ya know I miss ya Homie... |
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