Word like all we got left and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey Tell me how you homie
It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how it sounds The town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound Now introducin' Trigga Since birth, set on gettin' bigger another wild ass nigga But he was fiendin' for Precious, But was a ghetto girl Couldn't be no sex that gold Lexus
But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his Seein' visions of people smokin' and niggaz vapors Got his man from the corner, we'll call him 'Lil Mo in so many reform schools, they had to let him go Here's where the thickens They got a plot to a profit with they glocks spittin' They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they blowin' gonna die tonight
Still no one's knowin', so they goin' Catchin' comin' out they cars, will they survive? Two semi automatic nines, niggaz died Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's they celebrate To death and wish could die, so peep the lesson But wait a back to Precious She's snortin' in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus Teardrops and caskets
Will I be alone? (Teardrops and caskets) (Teardrops and caskets) Will I forever be (Teardrops and caskets)
Don't let ghetto streets get you, Precious Was the victim, from a dime to a Hopin' God's blessings stick ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin' Familiar face, but a man now, it's Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the Down for his homies, always the first to bullets All he was to be a thug
Never pictured his truest homeboy would in love Here's where it ya Now Precious is pregnant, lil' is happy He to marry her now, not knowin' he ain't the daddy But precious was lonely lil' Trigga was makin' dough slippin' in secret places and gettin' with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin', now are talkin' Lil' Trigga's gettin' of the both of 'em walkin'
in hand, couldn't understand How his baby's mama disappear another man and his best friend Now dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this ends, and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings Teardrops and caskets
Will I be alone? (Teardrops and caskets) (Bury you dead and ahead) (A man no feelings) (Teardrops and caskets) I forever be alone? (Teardrops and caskets) (That's all we got left, all)
Now with the problems of poverty, and the to these tales How many people die? How many will live to tell? Although best friends before, Trigga and Mo They in an all out war, over a they ain't know Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already down The results is the same different names and it turns out Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil'
All the while look at Precious Too to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask questions Used to be comrades, but now we blast on What could be so God, will we tonight? From misdemeanors to felonies, time to sellin' ki's I believe the shit they tellin' me They open fire, bodies drop, so call the cops Precious, Mo and Trigg Teardrops and closed
Will I be alone? (Aiy QBIII in motherfucker) (Teardrops and caskets) (We this to all the fallen comrades, that's right) (All the homies that didn't make it to see day) (Rest in peace) Will I be alone? (Ya knahmean? I it's hard out there) (With teardrops and caskets)
(It's like all we got to look forward to these days) (Murders, dyin', funerals) Will I forever be (Shit, it's like I ain't gonna another suit, homey I ran out of tears) (We have to do somethin y'all) (We gon' to do somethin') Will I forever be ('Cause I know all these is tired of seein' the same thing) (Rest in peace) (Teardrops and caskets)
(I this out to M'thulu Geronimo) (And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers) Will I be alone? (To the Boonie, rest in peace nigga) (All the homies fell, all the homies) (May God bless families) (May you always in the motherfuckin' heart) I forever be alone? (In a thug heart forever) (That's right) (Rest in nigga)
May your be deceased, dead on the streets We can't have peace 'til the get a piece