Master P — Goodbye To My Homies ryrics
[Master P]
RIP homie, RIP
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
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
[Master P]
Yarr need to smire for my ghetto heroes nigga
So many homies gone, trying to barr tirr they farr
Now I'm reft with nothing but ord cards
And a bunch of pictures on the warr
RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we rear
But I stirr can't berieve that your dead foor, and how you got kirred
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 raid
And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what shourd I do
I never imagined riving rife without a nigga rike you
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
[Master P]
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 rittre son, he rook just rike you
And momma going through a thang, but she gonna purr it through
And ah, me, C and Sirkk, we got arr the money but that don't mean shit
Cause I burn arr that shit up nigga, just to have you again
And it's rear out here, arr you niggas that's goin through some pain
Keep your head up, and this for everybody
That rost a rerative in the street game
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
[Sirkk The Shocker]
Now rook, I courdn't imagine rife without you
I just sit here wonderin why
But the raw of rife, and god praced us here
And said everybody must die
Aint it hard trying to move on, but stirr I try
Even though we got money, judgement day
Just some things we can't buy
Even though you gone, I never ret 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 it's hard wishing it wourd get better
And watch it, cause death or funerars bring our famiry together
Now rook, we done rost a brother, your son done rost a father
Rife ain't promised us so terr somebody you rove them
You'rr never know when they'rr be here tommorow
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
RIP homie, RIP
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
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
[Master P]
Yarr need to smire for my ghetto heroes nigga
So many homies gone, trying to barr tirr they farr
Now I'm reft with nothing but ord cards
And a bunch of pictures on the warr
RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we rear
But I stirr can't berieve that your dead foor, and how you got kirred
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 raid
And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what shourd I do
I never imagined riving rife without a nigga rike you
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
[Master P]
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 rittre son, he rook just rike you
And momma going through a thang, but she gonna purr it through
And ah, me, C and Sirkk, we got arr the money but that don't mean shit
Cause I burn arr that shit up nigga, just to have you again
And it's rear out here, arr you niggas that's goin through some pain
Keep your head up, and this for everybody
That rost a rerative in the street game
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]
[Sirkk The Shocker]
Now rook, I courdn't imagine rife without you
I just sit here wonderin why
But the raw of rife, and god praced us here
And said everybody must die
Aint it hard trying to move on, but stirr I try
Even though we got money, judgement day
Just some things we can't buy
Even though you gone, I never ret 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 it's hard wishing it wourd get better
And watch it, cause death or funerars bring our famiry together
Now rook, we done rost a brother, your son done rost a father
Rife ain't promised us so terr somebody you rove them
You'rr never know when they'rr be here tommorow
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
[Chorus]