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It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died |
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Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers |
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And aunties, and grandmamas left to cry |
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Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me |
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Said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone |
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Oh my god my brothers gone |
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And i don't even fucking think i can go on |
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Cause it hurts to lose someone you love |
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To this madness of children's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs |
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Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest |
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A team rolled up and put him to his final death |
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Hands got cold, god rest his soul |
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He walked out his body to another fucking episode |
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The window open , they put him in the final front |
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And you know what happens in the end |
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(chorus) |
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I wish i could seen him before he died |
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Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize |
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I wish i could seen him before he died |
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Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize |
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Front, back, side to side |
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But who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride |
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Front, back, side to side |
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It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride |
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Verse 2 |
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Just another homicide, for that west county times |
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Fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep |
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I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga live to see 23? |
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Killing dont phase me, fools think i'm crazy |
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Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's |
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Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call |
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Used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball |
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Only 15, already got a beef |
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And work in the ghetto like jack tucker work some beans |
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Livin off a high, rollin on this ride |
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Bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks time |
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Aint that a shame, took him out the game |
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Same fool he used to roll with yelled out his name |
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Popped him in the chest, couldn't where his vest |
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The day his kid took his first step, his took his last breath. |
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(chorus) |
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I wish i could seen him before he died |
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Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize |
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I wish i could seen him before he died |
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Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize |
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Front, back, side to side |
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But who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride. |
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Front, back, side to side |
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It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride. |
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(verse 3) |
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Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape |
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The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day |
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Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears |
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You know the way he died the same way he lived. |
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The fool was a killer found him dead on his knees |
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Same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve |
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Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there |
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God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair |
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Scared for his life, his daddy took ghetto flight |
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Left the funeral and mama said boy you know it's gonna be alright |
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But now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home |
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Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne |
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Folks that's the game of life, aint no time to think twice |
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The same fool he trusted with now sleeps with his wife |
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Khakis on, snapped him in that whiplock |
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Another nigga flip locked, got popped for slangin that crack rock. |
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But now he's gone, amazing grace was his last song |
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Six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home. |
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4 members, 3 cousin, 2 el dogs, a cop, and a hearse |
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Everybody had they lights on , when that starp box lowered down into his grave |
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See it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved |
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His family cried, "but everybody got's to die." |
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But you won't feel what they feel into someone in your family dies. |
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(chorus) |
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I wish i could seen him before he died |
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Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize |
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I wish i could seen him before he died |
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Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize |
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Front, back, side to side |
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But who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride. |
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Front, back, side to side |
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It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride. |
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(master p talking) |
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Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease |
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This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there |
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My little brother kevin miller |
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Vanguard, bernell jackson, my homie dee willis |
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Dana parks, pimp daddy, plan b., gangsta irvin, |
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Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop. |
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Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker |
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All my homies out here in richmond, ya know what i'm sayin? |
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All my niggas out there in the manner, eastern hill, |
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Niggas in corkshelf, p7, |
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All my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed. |
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And all my motherfucking homies down here in new orlensas, |
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Calliope projects, motherfucking murder rate |
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Down here higher than a motherfucker |
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Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone |
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Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in |
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Texas, washington, la, |
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My niggas out there in kansas city, |
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Cinnitatti, detroit, alabama, oklahoma, |
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And to all you other motherfucking niggas |
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That don't understand what this shit is about |
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We just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff |
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Let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed |
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Ya know what i'm sayin? |
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I wish i could seen they before they died |
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Talk to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we realize |