My Homie Got Shot - 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

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