[Introduction]
This goes out to everyone who has lost a loved one
In the streets, by a disease
It don't matter
But especially, this goes out to my homeboy Bombay
Who in 1992, pa**ed away
And left this here, brother, Ganjah K
Blue and gray
[Verse 1: Ganjah K]
My only true homie was a victim of a homicide
(And I miss ya!)
Another a fool is gone, I have to pay the price, yeahh
But I grew up being told, k**ing people was really bad, yeahh
(But you really don't care about that when you're mad and sad)
Well god bless my soul, I'm gon' have to do some time
But I had to do something to k** the pain inside
[Chorus]
Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
It hurts ya, it hurts ya
Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
It hurts ya, it hurts ya
Your heart and your soul, you can't control
Ooh it hurts ya (Ohh it hurts ya!)
It hurts ya, it hurts ya
[Verse 2: Ganjah K]
Oh, every morning and every night
I think of about me and my homie when we was tight
Clownin' the hoes, cloaking fat and dough
Ya'll know how it goes
When you grow up in the city
Not really giving a f** about any
But your next broad and your next penny
Like Lenny
But we was [?]
Moving plenty
And we meant to laugh in sync
For the way we kick our rhymes
To the liquor we drank
So you know when I found out my homeboy died?
(Ohh it hurts ya!)
All I could think about was revenge
As the tears fell from my eyes
[Chorus]
Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
It hurts ya, it hurts ya
Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya
It hurts ya, it hurts ya
[Outro]
To the point where you feel like you just half dead
And you can't get them visions out your mind of that bullet in his head
It makes you feel like I should've been there for him at the time
But now I can't go on, it's just in my mind
Until I was there when I figured out we still a unit
And everything about our music is...
[Harmonizing]