it's 1995, a lot of brothers died a lot of sisters, them mothers, fathers and aunties, and grandmoms to cry now he's nothin but a memory, he to be a friend of me said he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet with at tombstone, oh my god my brothers and I don't even think I can go on cause it to lose someone you to this madness and killing, murder, em up, the game of drugs doctors pumped his chest, my said let him rest a team up and put him to his final test got cold, God rest his soul he walked out his body to fuckin episode then the window then they put him in the frontier you know happened in the end
I wish I could have seen him he died (talked to him) but when they gone, when we realized I wish I could have seen him before he (talked to him) but when gone, that's when we realized front, back, side to but who be the next nigga to roll in that black ride front, back, side to it be you the next victim to take a ride in that ride
just another homicide for the West Coast fools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a the games deep, I toss in my sleep but would a nigga live to see two-three killin don't fase me, fools think I'm Muslims on every corner, they handing out daisies name scratched off the wall, ain't no call used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white only 15, already got and working the ghetto like Jack work some beans livin off a high, gold on this ride bitches on the side, but only livin to that a shame, took him out the game same fool we use to roll with, out his name popped him in his chest, didn't wear his some day his kid took his step, he took his last breath
I wish I could have him before he died (talked to him) but when they gone, when we realized I I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) but when gone, that's when we realized front, back, side to but who will be the next nigga to in that black ride front, back, side to it be you the next victim to take a ride in that ride
under the white sheet somebody bring the yellow the took him under, today will be a sad day ain't no to cry, no time to shed some tears you the way he died, the same way he lived who was his killer, him dead on his knees same room with his wife and his kid left to hopin that a nightmare one pop and outta there God rest his soul, his kid in the wheelchair stabbed for his life, his daddy took the flight and at the funeral, mama say boy you know gonna be alright but now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his kingpin stripped from the ghetto throne lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think the same he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife his toe, slapped him in the ziplock another nigga flip-flop, while slanging that crack rock now he's gone, Grace his last song 6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass 4 lemons, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the everybody had their on and when the straps pops to lower him down in the see it was sad the way his fuckin misbehave his family crying, but gots to die but you wont feel what they until somebody in your dies
I wish I have seen him before he died (talked to him) but they gone, that's when we realized I I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) but when they gone, that's when we front, back, side to but who will be the next nigga to roll in that ride front, back, to side it be you the next victim to a ride in that black ride front, back, to side it be me the victim to take a ride in that black ride
and ya'll know this black on black crime cease this go out to all my motherfucking soldiers out there my little brother Miller Gordon, Vernell Jackson my D Fuller, Dandon Washington Pimp Dad, Plan-B, Earl know this shoot-em-up, bang bang shit got to stop cause a town get hotter than a all my homies out here in you what I'm sayin all my niggas out in the Mana Easter Hill, North in Portchester, P-7 all my motherfuckin dead ya'll gonna be and all my motherfuckin there in New Orleans Calliope motherfuckin murder rate than a motherfucker ya'll gonna learn till we all gone gotta say to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LA my out there in Kansas City Cincinatti, Detroit, Alabama, and all ya'll motherfuckin niggas that don't what this is all about you gonna reminisce smoke a fat ass let this beat roll cause al the niggas is
I wish I could have seen them before they (talked to em) but when they gone, when we realize