Intro) Tell me why did take Al B They take Baby, They Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika They're the and Koreme Tell me why did they Al B, Al B Lil Chilla, my Mike, and They're the dying and So heavenly father what are you to tell me I guess I better up out this game And whatever they call me a lame ole' wee A fin to get up out these streets Cause a damn thang good happening for me It I'ma be the next one to go, oh no I'm out of everything mama me God's got his hands on you
(Chorus - 2x) was this angel, whoa oh oh oh There was this angel, and it let me go
[Darkside Lo] I cry in my ? pass me the They say I got And I reply, I put my life on the line for And my only damn mission When D. Ski died, piece of was hard to find D. Ski we miss you, sweeped roadies From rained down on me As I write these scriptures, and be fine I had a whole lot of in me Before we took them pictures, and even Brothers and sisters started on me After we took them bitches, cause you get to take em first Brothers and started waiting on me To represent for a hood, never produce us nothing good and killas out here waiting on me To retrieve my and leave me stinking in a back wood Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these times To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little shine
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[Darkside Sko] This got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies But now it's 2000, the don't even know me If I'm right, me cause they lifted up a hand now Blinded to em I get the trash now Either could get put up on it, and up strong We knew from wrong, but still we stayed away from home Over there on Konkress, at the park with A blessed up niggas that's down me to your dark with We'll again, I put this on a fiend If possible they end up cause we gone drink again Puffing on this dro the same no mo' Drinking on henne shit just ain't the same no mo' Oh, my lost his life, at an early age And I cry to this day, wishing that he of stayed Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's But my roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the block And just like Pac, I'ma a point of picture, kick it with you Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I you God bless my niggas, I know you still here us niggas Cause I could feel you, I see you everytime I look in the mirror And not a word can hear you, cause I'm making these clearer You are my angel, and my nigga, from the to the trigga Chi worldwide, whoever died on any
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