Kill My Dog Cam'ron (Ft. Tom Gist)

[Tom Gist]

(I miss you homie. Yeah)

See they kilt him on a Sunday
We was supposed to do a song that Monday
Had dreams of getting on, one day, somehow, someway
We would jump at the chance, like a good pump fake
Said we wouldn't change and stay hungry
But if I keep it funky
Even Pac had to do the Humpty
Sometimes bummy with a stack on him
Sometimes fresh with cracks on him, figure him out
He never shouted when he rhymed (nah)
Respected words, could move mountains with his mind (word up)
His best was first
We in the hood, and I'm stressing (I'm buggin)
He said they kill Martin Luther King, but not his message
The jewels he dropped
He never bragged about the tools he copped (never)
But he had 'em
One rule, shit, if they try to rob me, get at 'em
And that's the way he fell up in Harlem
He stuck to his words, they had to kill him just so they could rob him

[Chorus]
Asking why?
The nigga had to die?
It don't make sense