[Introduction] This goes out to everyone who has lost a loved one In the streets, by a disease It don't matter But especially, this goes out to my homeboy Bombay Who in 1992, pa**ed away And left this here, brother, Ganjah K Blue and gray [Verse 1: Ganjah K] My only true homie was a victim of a homicide (And I miss ya!) Another a fool is gone, I have to pay the price, yeahh But I grew up being told, k**ing people was really bad, yeahh (But you really don't care about that when you're mad and sad) Well god bless my soul, I'm gon' have to do some time But I had to do something to k** the pain inside [Chorus] Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya It hurts ya, it hurts ya Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya It hurts ya, it hurts ya Your heart and your soul, you can't control Ooh it hurts ya (Ohh it hurts ya!) It hurts ya, it hurts ya [Verse 2: Ganjah K] Oh, every morning and every night I think of about me and my homie when we was tight Clownin' the hoes, cloaking fat and dough Ya'll know how it goes When you grow up in the city Not really giving a f** about any But your next broad and your next penny Like Lenny But we was [?] Moving plenty And we meant to laugh in sync For the way we kick our rhymes To the liquor we drank So you know when I found out my homeboy died? (Ohh it hurts ya!) All I could think about was revenge As the tears fell from my eyes [Chorus] Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya It hurts ya, it hurts ya Cause when your homie dies, it hurts ya It hurts ya, it hurts ya [Outro] To the point where you feel like you just half dead And you can't get them visions out your mind of that bullet in his head It makes you feel like I should've been there for him at the time But now I can't go on, it's just in my mind Until I was there when I figured out we still a unit And everything about our music is... [Harmonizing]