Word it's like all we got Teardrops and closed it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you homie
It took a week to go down, you and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary Now introducin' young birth, eyes set on gettin' bigger Just another wild ass But he was for Precious, what? But Precious was a ghetto Couldn't be no sex without gold Lexus
But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his Seein' visions of people and niggaz catchin' vapors Got his man from around the corner, we'll call him 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' call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin' Somebody's gonna die
Still no one's knowin', so they goin' Catchin' dealers out they cars, will they survive? Two automatic nines, them niggaz died Plus nobody in the hood cries, like they celebrate To death and wish they could die, so the lesson But a minute back to Precious She's snortin' in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus Teardrops and closed
Will I be alone? (Teardrops and caskets) (Teardrops and caskets) Will I be alone? (Teardrops and caskets)
Don't let ghetto streets get you, Precious Was the victim, a dime to a nickel Hopin' God's stick with ya Picture the kingpin, who's gettin' bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's lil' Now Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the to spit bullets All he was to be a thug
Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in Here's it gets ya Now Precious is pregnant, lil' is happy He to marry her now, not knowin' he ain't the daddy But precious was lonely while lil' Trigga was makin' She's slippin' in secret places and with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin', now are talkin' Lil' Trigga's pictures of the both of 'em walkin'
Hand in hand, couldn't How his baby's mama could another man and his best friend Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you believe me Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no in killin' Just the smoke from the cap, a man with no feelings Teardrops and closed
Will I forever be (Teardrops and caskets) (Bury you and look ahead) (A man no feelings) (Teardrops and caskets) Will I be alone? (Teardrops and caskets) (That's all we got left, all)
Now the problems of poverty, and the tricks to these tales How many people will die? How many will to tell? Although best before, Lil' Trigga and Mo in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already laid The results is the same with names and it turns out know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on bigger Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil'
All the while let's look at Too to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask questions to be comrades, but now we blast on sight What be so bad? God, will we last From misdemeanors to felonies, time to sellin' ki's I can't believe the shit tellin' me They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the Precious, Lil' Mo and Teardrops and caskets
Will I forever be (Aiy QBIII in motherfucker) (Teardrops and caskets) (We dedicate to all the fallen comrades, that's right) (All the that didn't make it to see this day) (Rest in peace) Will I forever be (Ya knahmean? I know hard out there) (With teardrops and caskets)
(It's that's all we got to look forward to these days) (Murders, dyin', funerals) I forever be alone? (Shit, it's like I ain't gonna wear suit, homey I ran out of tears) (We have to do somethin y'all) (We have to do somethin') Will I be alone? ('Cause I know all these is tired of seein' the same thing) (Rest in peace) (Teardrops and caskets)
(I send out to M'thulu Geronimo) (And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers) Will I forever be (To the Boonie, rest in peace nigga) (All the homies fell, all the homies) (May God your families) (May you always in the motherfuckin' heart) Will I forever be (In a thug niggaz forever) (That's right) (Rest in nigga)
May your enemies be deceased, on the streets We can't peace 'til the niggaz get a piece