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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...

What are you going to do to make me hate me
I can t see how you can this time
A fistful of lies and a verbal decimation
It s so sad but keep on trying
I got no chains or fancy aspirations
But I...

You said too much
And what you said it was a lie
You said too much
And what you said it was a crime
I ve bled too much
With every lie you keep on telling
I ve bled too much
This time,...

Just checkin my microphone once
As I check your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops
Insert the rhyme clip
Roll your...

Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)

Baby tell me is it cool to touch me
before we room it up
do you need the strawberry booms to fuck
cut up...

Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, as the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wisemen of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
Oceans...