My Homie Got Shot — текст песни (Esham)

Woke up early Sunday mornin`
And before I could get outta bed
I got blood stains all on my t-shirt
Last night my homie caught a slug in his head
It was a Saturday night and everything was all right
Until some fool tried to disrespect
My homie whipped out the heater, the 9 millimeter
And col` put his ass in check, well
Them suckas rolled off and we thought it was over
But little did we know we was wrong
Them came racin` `round the corner, barrel`s stickin` out the window
The bullets flyin` cold blew out his dome
My homie got shot

(CHORUS)(2x)
My homie got shot, he`s a goner black
He`s a goner
My homie got shot, he`s a goner black
My homie got shot

My homie fell to the ground and I knew he was dead
By the painful look in his face
Bloodstains on my shirt, God damn my nigga hurt
`Cause his brains was all over the place
Well, I`m thinkin` `bout gettin` back, time for the payback
I know where these niggaz be
When they shot my fuckin` homie, they left me by my lonely
And col` took a peace a me
Well, I got ta creep up on `em, `bout to put one in `em
But before I could do all that
A nigga caught my ass slippin` at point blank range
.45 put `em in my back
My homie got shot

(CHORUS)