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