Leshawn - Letter to My Homies Lyrics

Said I still got dead homies
Got dead homies
Said I still got dead homies they be talking to me
Told em I’ll see you soon if them bullets walk up on me
Don’t want no conversation why talking to me
Knock a bone out yo face if you talking funny
Run it up wit my niggas we want all the money
Wish heaven had a cell phone so you could call em for me
I know you gone call em for me
I know that you balling for me
Know you gone draw it for me
Wish I could call my homies
Some of them dead and gone
Seen sah they did em wrong
And A-low they took his soul
And Jah they took his soul
But we used to the pain we cold
Aye... I call you my brudda that mean I love you
We got the same pain, got the same struggle
Momma was stressing pulling that double
When we was just youngins man we had to tussle
I came from the mud, got mine from the muscle
You was flipping a pack, you had to hustle
They counted you out, but you counting double
We throw up them signs like we from the jungle
I know that good you just wanted to talk to you
And I swear to god that I love you
Momma was stressing pulling that double
When we was just youngins man we had to tussle
I came from the mud, got mine from the muscle
You was flipping a pack, you had to hustle
They counted you out, but you counting double
We throw up them signs like we from the jungle
Said I still got dead homies they be talking to me
Told em I’ll see you soon if them bullets walk up on me
Don’t want no conversation why talking to me
Knock a bone out yo face if you talking funny
Run it up wit my niggas we want all the money
Wish heaven had a cell phone so you could call em for me
Said I still got dead homies they be talking to me
Told em I’ll see you soon if them bullets walk up on me
Don’t want no conversation why talking to me
Knock a bone out yo face if you talking funny
Run it up wit my niggas we want all the money
Wish heaven had a cell phone so you could call em for me
I know you gone call em for me

Said I still got dead homies
Got dead homies
Said I still got dead homies they be talking to me
Told em I’ll see you soon if them bullets walk up on me
Don’t want no conversation why talking to me
Knock a bone out yo face if you talking funny
Run it up wit my niggas we want all the money
Wish heaven had a cell phone so you could call em for me
I know you gone call em for me
I know that you balling for me
Know you gone draw it for me
Wish I could call my homies
Some of them dead and gone
Seen sah they did em wrong
And A-low they took his soul
And Jah they took his soul
But we used to the pain we cold
Aye... I call you my brudda that mean I love you
We got the same pain, got the same struggle
Momma was stressing pulling that double
When we was just youngins man we had to tussle
I came from the mud, got mine from the muscle
You was flipping a pack, you had to hustle
They counted you out, but you counting double
We throw up them signs like we from the jungle
I know that good you just wanted to talk to you
And I swear to god that I love you
Momma was stressing pulling that double
When we was just youngins man we had to tussle
I came from the mud, got mine from the muscle
You was flipping a pack, you had to hustle
They counted you out, but you counting double
We throw up them signs like we from the jungle
Said I still got dead homies they be talking to me
Told em I’ll see you soon if them bullets walk up on me
Don’t want no conversation why talking to me
Knock a bone out yo face if you talking funny
Run it up wit my niggas we want all the money
Wish heaven had a cell phone so you could call em for me
Said I still got dead homies they be talking to me
Told em I’ll see you soon if them bullets walk up on me
Don’t want no conversation why talking to me
Knock a bone out yo face if you talking funny
Run it up wit my niggas we want all the money
Wish heaven had a cell phone so you could call em for me
I know you gone call em for me