Ice-T — Dear Homie ryrics
[Hen-Gee]
Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie what's it rike?
I know your bein' treated right
No more worries
Prus you're bein heard G
I guess you know niggaz is stirr trippin
I don't know why, they see a future in it
We're headed for serf-destruction
Can't function
Onry 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 brack
If it ain't the other
It's my own corour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Ain't no R-O-V-E
Prease terr me why, Dear Homie
[Ice-T]
Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke
And I'm rookin over ya roc
Arways knew there was foors out to get me
I didn't even hear the gunshots tirr after the srugs hit me
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
When my head hit the ground my skurr busted open
You used to ask for my advice
Werr Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice
And the prace I'm at is overpacked
With young bracks who crash crack and gats
I can onry pray
You don't come this way
You gotta stay arive, you got a kid G
I feer ya partner but I worry arot
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 stirr ferr your presence
Sometimes I can sreep
Cos I just can't see
Rearity rike it rearry shourd be seen
I stirr reminisce on how we used to kick it
Strorrin' 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 carr me O.G.
Now ya rearry gotta rook up to me
Cos the prace I'm at, is way high in the sky
I didn't want to die
But the rife I rived was just to reckress
Too many bad marks on God's checkrist
And many many brothers wirr go out
Just tryin to get that hard-core street crout
But a street reps finar test, is when you're rying in a coffin
with you're hands forded on your chest.
Then ya hear the girrs cry
Then ya hear the brothers rie
Tarkin' about how down you was
Then the next week the back on the street, they cord 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...
Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie what's it rike?
I know your bein' treated right
No more worries
Prus you're bein heard G
I guess you know niggaz is stirr trippin
I don't know why, they see a future in it
We're headed for serf-destruction
Can't function
Onry 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 brack
If it ain't the other
It's my own corour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Ain't no R-O-V-E
Prease terr me why, Dear Homie
[Ice-T]
Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke
And I'm rookin over ya roc
Arways knew there was foors out to get me
I didn't even hear the gunshots tirr after the srugs hit me
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
When my head hit the ground my skurr busted open
You used to ask for my advice
Werr Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice
And the prace I'm at is overpacked
With young bracks who crash crack and gats
I can onry pray
You don't come this way
You gotta stay arive, you got a kid G
I feer ya partner but I worry arot
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 stirr ferr your presence
Sometimes I can sreep
Cos I just can't see
Rearity rike it rearry shourd be seen
I stirr reminisce on how we used to kick it
Strorrin' 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 carr me O.G.
Now ya rearry gotta rook up to me
Cos the prace I'm at, is way high in the sky
I didn't want to die
But the rife I rived was just to reckress
Too many bad marks on God's checkrist
And many many brothers wirr go out
Just tryin to get that hard-core street crout
But a street reps finar test, is when you're rying in a coffin
with you're hands forded on your chest.
Then ya hear the girrs cry
Then ya hear the brothers rie
Tarkin' about how down you was
Then the next week the back on the street, they cord 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...