The Legendary Traxster - Dead Homies lyrics

[Johnny P] Now I lay me down to sleep Said I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake Said I pray the Lord, my soul to taaaaake [Verse 1: AK-47] I feel like a bullet floatin' through the wrong hole Seein' different dimensions and lost souls Tackled by jackles and livin' my life on the wrong road So I simply advise those to, travel through the black hole you Incarcerated, but even though you've been obligated At the bottom of the pit where the sharks are in it Depressed and intoxicated, cloud my memories Like someone just wished me, mayhem to infinity So I pray that the end is around me Cuz ain't no tellin' where the clowns'll be Pre-meditated ground to me, how the f** that sound to me Frown to me, didn't know how to put your rounds on me See my brother is dead, my daddy was lost in a car crash My grandmother, k**ed by cancer So I dealt wit' the cards that was dealt to me People selfishly, keep askin' me this bullsh**, like What the f** it felt to me? My n***a died in my arms Wit' a jab in is left palm, I'm sinkin' Deep in my membrane, to the finest thing which we call pain The fact of the matter, it makes you wanna use them thangs, stress Float through the B's we be smokin' on constantly Wit' a buncha stereo-typin' n***as muggin' me and judgin' me But the sh** I love to see, is yo kids be huggin' me To cross roles of reality, casually, casualties This sh** is still to me, so motherf**as keep feelin' me Cuz motherf**a it's real wit me [Hook: Johnny P] This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (This is for my homies) This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (Ohh can you hear me) This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (Comin' from the bottom of my heart, yeah) This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (Ohhh) [Verse 2: Belo] I touch on my tummy and feel pain I run up the ground as I cry rain I feel like the pets out the membrane I roll on the curb when I smoke Jane Now tell me this b**h and this mark's name I bet'cha this n***a da hot one I'm burnin' this b**h when I spot one And bring on the clique, cuz I shot one I pick up the phone and I can't call I'm hearin' the voice, but it ain't y'all I scribble yo name on a stone wall I drink the Remy wit' my road dawg I'mma have to see if it come to I'm gunnin' the n***a that gunned you I'm one of the realest to run to Can't wait til' the day that I'm with you I'm seein' yo face on my back wall Lil' Val took a slug in a downfall Thats when I be in the crossfire You ain't k**ed all of them, so I can't die And revenge is a must, so I can't lie I got n***as on the air, and they gon' ride You and all of them boys, and we gon' fire So sleep wit' yo guns in the darkness I'm gonna be harder than hardest I visit yo grave and reguardless A mission regardless [Johnny P] n***a, n***a, niiiiigga [Hook: Johnny P] This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (This is for my homies) This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (It's been too hard livin') This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (But I'm afraid to diiiiee) This, is, for, my, deaaad homies (Woo!) [Verse 3: N.A.R.D.S] Now in the midst of the storm Inject these lethal warnings Be the torn, please rest they soul The different load, only Christ only knows Even though, we sit and blow, fold to the ways of time J-Rock was sprayed with nines, now the blind, and leadin' the blind You kiss me, because he wanted a Jag and sell those ki's to entrepreneurs He can't seem to keep his life, on one accord And it seem like d**h and jail is callin, for the same vocals Got bullets that'll aim and choke you, worldwide and even local Tellin' visions of tell how they soak you But I'm not concerned with the evening news Takin' clips of what this evil do When the demons in hell's has led that you've been said, that you School, may the Lord take care of you, conversations, we shared a few While around, we laughed, broke some rules, smoked some weed And share some bust styles too, now what am I gonna do You gone and left me so befuddled I pray that the Lord hear my heart and a sample my puzzle And embracing cuddles, and I sent out prayers And ma**ive puddles [Bridge: Johnny P] Now I lay me down to sleep Said I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake Said I pray the Lord, my soul to taaaaake [Hook: Johnny P] This, is, for, my This, is, for, my (This is for my homies) This, is, for, my (this is for my hooomies) This, is, for, my This, is, for, my (This is for my) This, is, for, my (Ohh my) This, is, for, my (Comin' from the bottom of my heart) This, is, for, my (Yeahh) This, is, for, my (It's been too hard livin') This, is, for, my (I'm afraid to diiiiee) This, is, for, my This, is, for, my This, is, for, my (Diiiee, ohhhhh) This, is, for, my