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    Verse One:

    Up early in the morning, dressed in black
    Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie
    They killed a homie that I went to school with(Damn!)
    I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with
    I still hear the screams of his mother
    While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(Shit!)
    And it's getting to my temple
    Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
    It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
    And have some bodies hauled in
    But no, I pay my respects and I'm through(whaddup Cube?)
    Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
    And I wanna get blitz
    Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
    About a brother who had to be the one and only
    So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...

    Verse Two:

    Another homie got murdered on a shakedown{three gun shots}
    And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown
    Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted{two gun shots}
    A framed picture and a closed casket
    A single file line about 50 cars long
    All drivin' slow with they lights on
    He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
    What good is that when you're six feet deep?
    I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
    And thank God for my health
    'Cause nobody really ever know
    When it's gonna be they family on the front row
    So I take everything slow, go with the flow
    And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!)
    'Cause that's what Pops told me
    But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez

    Verse Three:

    I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
    Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one
    Except me, but I ain't the one to front
    Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month
    Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
    Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
    But somethin' ain't right
    When it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight
    Lovin' each other in a caring mood
    There's lots of people and lots of food
    They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin'
    But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'?
    So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up
    Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
    And everybody is so phony

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