I never imagined living life Without a nigga like you 'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies 'Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies
Übersetzung: Master P. Goodbye To My Homies.
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
m a be like strictly on my Q's P's an' Q's I'm puttin' quarter holes in fools So don't you even fuck wit my rep My rep's too big an' leavin' you diggin
my nigga, i can smell a championship like shaq my nigga you bitches tried to stop me you hoes you can harm me the new no limit is every street nigga army Master P
know this black on black crime gotta cease this go out to all my motherfucking dead soldiers out there my little brother Kevin Miller Aunt Gordon, Vernell Jackson my homie
All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin? all my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hill, niggas in Corkshelf, P7, all my motherfucking
(feat. Afficial, Halleluyah, Master P) [Master P] T-R-U Silkk, you in here? No Limit 4 Life I got this, see this I got the hood on my back nigga Walk
