Gospel Gangstas Y Can`t Da Homies Hear Me Lyrics

Y Can`t Da Homies Hear Me Lyrics

my dog concocked the blues 

it was just last Friday they told me about the
news 

i swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes 

its Saturday
morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin 

i do's my high jeans on, my dickies,
i hear a hornin 

its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego


to take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo 

no words, the
straight face, today's no joke 

i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy
me a pair of loc's 

i wipe my tears up until my face was all cleared up


we bunches out to the house to get geared up 

across the bed i laid,
prayed, grieved within 

i cried again at the thought my homie died in sin


tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting played like
spades 

and it makes my heart hurt cuz my homeis wont change 

and to
make matters worse, every other month 

im visitin the pen or followin a
hearse 

escorted to a funeral, gang stereotype 

cadillacs and folds
rolls deep to a burial site 

Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my
face a shower 

i looks to God to give me strength and power as i drop the
flowers on the casket 

as i pass it by and wonders why 

and tell how
many more homies got to die 

before they realize that life is quicker than
the eyes 

and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost
lives 

but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way 

and out of respect they sit
and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say 

and when i speak i
speaks clearly 

but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why cant
my homies hear me? 





why cant the homies hear me? 

why cant the
homies hear me? 

why cant the homies hear me? 

why cant the homies hear
me? hear me 





(Chille Chill): 

one more time in your mind its
gangsta Chizill 

rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille


the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock deals 

packin hot steel,
and just like milk they top bills 

straight servin all the young gangstas
on the curve and 

got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin
that burban 

but they dont know the po-po 

got a videotape of their
faces and they catchin cases 

and the judge is stretchin em out like they
plastic 

im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats drastic


locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose 

goin to
Hell cuz they wanted to sell, now was it worth it? 

i know all about
survival, im a ghetto man 

but let me tell you where its crackin on the
devil's plan 

Satan came to kill, destroy, and jack 

(what Jesus do?)
but Jesus came to give you life on bizack 

but still you sell dope to the
folk in your community 

its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc,
just you and me 

i breaks em off to God when it hurts me dearly 

to see
my homies hustle and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?






why cant the homies hear me? listen to me homie, yeah 

why
cant the homies hear me? 

why cant the homies hear me? 

why cant the
homies hear me? 





(Mr. Solo): 

uh, my homies be hitting me up
like im the same Solo 

but no im changed, and no i dont bang no more


dont even trip with me cuz Solo dont owe none of you 

i know what Abe
was talkin about, my hood was takin me under too 

had to go for self, had
to get me some help, so now i can help someone else 

i found the Truth to
pull my homies up off the devil's shelf 

i see what you see, do you see
what i see 

i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with RIPs 

i
see OGs i looked up to cuz they was loc'ed out 

i comes to the hood to find
my big homies is smoked out (smackin) 

i tell them that the Blood of Christ
is able to change your life 

they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every
night 

and my homegirls, no i cant forget about em 

i told em the
brother was a hustler, "you can do without him" 

but still she keeps
bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone 

Lord please
draw near me so my homies can hear me 





why cant the homies hear
me? tell me why 

why cant the homies hear me? oh why? 

why cant the
homies hear me? 

why cant the homies hear me? 





why? why? talk
to me homie 

why? why? i wanna hear what you've got to say 

why? why?
face to face, G to G, talk to me homie 

why? why? God understands what
you're goin through 

why? why? ive been right there where you are 

why?
why? open up and let the Love of God shine in your heart 

why? why? He wants
to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me 

why? why? oh






im hurting inside 

God knows i dont wanna see you die, oh
die, dont die 

yeah, yeah