I remember back in the days we used to go and play balls and thingsNow we have to deal with shooting and dope fiendsBoy, time's getting hardI'm gonna send you to a place where you've never been before, manDeep, deep, deepA handful of my homies are six feet deep asleepGiving much love, pouring eyes on the concreteI like to take this time and tell my G's a thing or twoAnd kick the * about the dead homies in the crewMy nigga Lo was a cool brother coming upBack in the hood, stacking paper, hanging * upLife till my nigga was a fast fucker, fast *Making a killing on the motherfucking joke cutHe came a pass in the game, slinging white titsAnd every time I see my nigga, he had a different hubUntil one night a bitch set him up for failureSome niggas robbed and killed my boy, left her a lot to tellShe set him up for a small amount of cashThey caught my boy slipping in his ride and shot his assBut that's an everyday activity in the streetsGunshots pop, brothers drop six feet deepAnd got the nurse a yellow drug-related damn, that's coldI'm on my way to another homie's funeralLo, man, just now wish we can hear you talking, manI wish you were here with us, you knowHBU posse gonna shoot them downNo retreat, no surrender until we do mineRest in peace, homesNowadays, brothers don't scream and shoutPull the trigger, hit the target and blow another brother's brains outThis life's no joke, brothers doneOver stupid *, like scandalous hoes, elbows, and most *A bunch of brothers gang up and think they're bad as *Until a real G come around and spray them upI had a homie named K, a cool guyWho'd ever think he'd be the victim of a drive-byHe wore the wrong color standing at a bus stopThe sword off went bang, my boy droppedJust like that, another brother life took awayWhen he could still be living another dayI see pictures of my homies, I see pictures of my homiesIn the new home, where ice cream melts quick and Gs roamSit at the curb, hit the hate for old timesSpit love to my homie, then unload the nineAnd every day it'll be the same old thing, broAnother tear, another death, another funeralYo, my brother try to come up and get took fastYo, this system is set up for us to kill each other offI ain't down with this gang stuff, no moreI'm down with my race, know what I'm saying?Peace, GAnother dead young brotherWas found in the trashFloating in a puddle of bloodWith hollow points in his assNobody heard or seen *But two shadows in the darkSeen some * like lightningAnd only one shadow walkedCrazy mafia niggasLiving low in my hood, soDon't ask why I greet you with my hands on a .44A little kid died from a drive-by homicideHis mother's a fiend, took his gold rings and skyedA dope head bled to deathStill in the niggas' *A sharp machete left his head and his throat slitA man committed suicideSuicide jumping off the roofCouldn't take the pain of living so he cut it looseThese are the things they show on the news plateCause all they wanna see is a brother with an AKSo listen, foolBe cool, get your * straightBad boys die, pretty boys get rapedI'm on a mission and the mission ain't destroying the mindI'd rather fix it cause my people seem to be going blindAnd to my homies that ain't here, let the odds flowI'm on my way to another homie's funeral, bruhThis is dedicated to all my dead homiesAnd your dead homies out there, know what I'm saying?Much love through the sawyer, through the boxes they lay six feet deepMuch love*