I Miss My Homies

I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood. Til all this black on black crime stop. Some say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never know, When it's gon be yo time. [Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick, O'dell] Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout All my homies passed away (uuunnnggghhh!) Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold That's how me and my boys rolled How could it be? Somebody took my boy from me My best friend's gone And I'm so all alone I really miss my homies Even though your gone away I know your in a better place