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Master P Goodbye To My Homies

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

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

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

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