作词 : Dean, Gilmour, Hickox, Johnson ... | |
You was playin when you was sayin you was ready, | |
I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of lifeand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,so | |
I ain't really pay it no attention,took you back to your crib and dropped you offwith the intention of gettin with this | |
Asian chick | |
I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite, | |
I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious, | |
I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop | |
On my way out to her house | |
I started noticing cops, | |
Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes, | |
Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue | |
I'm bustin a | |
UI get off where they get off at | |
Well-familiar with these streets, this where | |
I came up at | |
Roadblocks, yellow tape, "a crime scene" they say, | |
What the f**k just happened? | |
I just left this place... | |
I get out and started walkin askin | |
Frog, "What's up?" | |
Lookin at me dazed like, "Face, it's all f**ked up..." | |
I move a little closer tryin to see who it isand | |
I saw his baby mama in tears holdin his kids...[CHORUS][incomprehensible][VERSE 2] | |
And it was then it finally hit me | |
I'm standing here nervous as | |
I can beIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see | |
I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake | |
But the closer | |
I got the more | |
I realize fate | |
Wasn't fair to change for me | |
And why would | |
I think so | |
My homie had a date with death | |
He had to make though | |
I'm feelin eerie, | |
I'm liftin up the yellow tape | |
By the time | |
I get to the scenethey rollin this away | |
I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak | |
To the point i had to take me a seat | |
This shits deep | |
When they put a nigga down that you was raised around | |
What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now | |
Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal | |
Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible | |
They say its life and death in the slum | |
He had his reasons | |
I shoulda believed him | |
Anotha soul no longer breathin' | |
Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience | |
My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense[CHORUS][VERSE 3] | |
And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted | |
By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen | |
Who coulda predicted | |
But the detectives who was fishin' | |
Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position | |
All i remember was us doin what we did | |
To survive in these streets where we lived | |
We was kids growin up in this environment | |
Nothing but trouble | |
You either struggled or you hustled | |
Folded the bubble | |
Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan | |
We was either finna be rich or die like a man | |
We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey | |
Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney | |
I wonder what was goin on | |
You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad | |
I coulda talked you outta that | |
But never will i see you again | |
Nor will your kids | |
Nor will your family or your friends | |
Its the end | |
Not even words | |
I write in this song | |
Can right that wrong | |
My nigga is gone and life goes on[CHORUS] |
zuo ci : Dean, Gilmour, Hickox, Johnson ... | |
You was playin when you was sayin you was ready, | |
I' m knowin' you ain' t mean it when you told me you was tired of lifeand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin, so | |
I ain' t really pay it no attention, took you back to your crib and dropped you offwith the intention of gettin with this | |
Asian chick | |
I' ve been offerin this chick somethin exquisite, | |
I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious, | |
I' m hoppin back on 610 punchin the drop | |
On my way out to her house | |
I started noticing cops, | |
Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes, | |
Normally I wouldn' t consider but out of the blue | |
I' m bustin a | |
UI get off where they get off at | |
Wellfamiliar with these streets, this where | |
I came up at | |
Roadblocks, yellow tape, " a crime scene" they say, | |
What the f k just happened? | |
I just left this place... | |
I get out and started walkin askin | |
Frog, " What' s up?" | |
Lookin at me dazed like, " Face, it' s all f ked up..." | |
I move a little closer tryin to see who it isand | |
I saw his baby mama in tears holdin his kids... CHORUS incomprehensible VERSE 2 | |
And it was then it finally hit me | |
I' m standing here nervous as | |
I can beIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i' m finna see | |
I' m praying this is a dream and i' m bout to awake | |
But the closer | |
I got the more | |
I realize fate | |
Wasn' t fair to change for me | |
And why would | |
I think so | |
My homie had a date with death | |
He had to make though | |
I' m feelin eerie, | |
I' m liftin up the yellow tape | |
By the time | |
I get to the scenethey rollin this away | |
I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak | |
To the point i had to take me a seat | |
This shits deep | |
When they put a nigga down that you was raised around | |
What was once a minor statement' s turnin' major now | |
Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal | |
Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible | |
They say its life and death in the slum | |
He had his reasons | |
I shoulda believed him | |
Anotha soul no longer breathin' | |
Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience | |
My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense CHORUS VERSE 3 | |
And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin selfinflicted | |
By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen | |
Who coulda predicted | |
But the detectives who was fishin' | |
Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position | |
All i remember was us doin what we did | |
To survive in these streets where we lived | |
We was kids growin up in this environment | |
Nothing but trouble | |
You either struggled or you hustled | |
Folded the bubble | |
Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan | |
We was either finna be rich or die like a man | |
We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey | |
Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney | |
I wonder what was goin on | |
You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad | |
I coulda talked you outta that | |
But never will i see you again | |
Nor will your kids | |
Nor will your family or your friends | |
Its the end | |
Not even words | |
I write in this song | |
Can right that wrong | |
My nigga is gone and life goes on CHORUS |
zuò cí : Dean, Gilmour, Hickox, Johnson ... | |
You was playin when you was sayin you was ready, | |
I' m knowin' you ain' t mean it when you told me you was tired of lifeand just wanted to leave it you were drinkin, so | |
I ain' t really pay it no attention, took you back to your crib and dropped you offwith the intention of gettin with this | |
Asian chick | |
I' ve been offerin this chick somethin exquisite, | |
I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious, | |
I' m hoppin back on 610 punchin the drop | |
On my way out to her house | |
I started noticing cops, | |
Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes, | |
Normally I wouldn' t consider but out of the blue | |
I' m bustin a | |
UI get off where they get off at | |
Wellfamiliar with these streets, this where | |
I came up at | |
Roadblocks, yellow tape, " a crime scene" they say, | |
What the f k just happened? | |
I just left this place... | |
I get out and started walkin askin | |
Frog, " What' s up?" | |
Lookin at me dazed like, " Face, it' s all f ked up..." | |
I move a little closer tryin to see who it isand | |
I saw his baby mama in tears holdin his kids... CHORUS incomprehensible VERSE 2 | |
And it was then it finally hit me | |
I' m standing here nervous as | |
I can beIt was nothing that can prepare me for what i' m finna see | |
I' m praying this is a dream and i' m bout to awake | |
But the closer | |
I got the more | |
I realize fate | |
Wasn' t fair to change for me | |
And why would | |
I think so | |
My homie had a date with death | |
He had to make though | |
I' m feelin eerie, | |
I' m liftin up the yellow tape | |
By the time | |
I get to the scenethey rollin this away | |
I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak | |
To the point i had to take me a seat | |
This shits deep | |
When they put a nigga down that you was raised around | |
What was once a minor statement' s turnin' major now | |
Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal | |
Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible | |
They say its life and death in the slum | |
He had his reasons | |
I shoulda believed him | |
Anotha soul no longer breathin' | |
Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience | |
My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense CHORUS VERSE 3 | |
And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin selfinflicted | |
By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen | |
Who coulda predicted | |
But the detectives who was fishin' | |
Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position | |
All i remember was us doin what we did | |
To survive in these streets where we lived | |
We was kids growin up in this environment | |
Nothing but trouble | |
You either struggled or you hustled | |
Folded the bubble | |
Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan | |
We was either finna be rich or die like a man | |
We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey | |
Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney | |
I wonder what was goin on | |
You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad | |
I coulda talked you outta that | |
But never will i see you again | |
Nor will your kids | |
Nor will your family or your friends | |
Its the end | |
Not even words | |
I write in this song | |
Can right that wrong | |
My nigga is gone and life goes on CHORUS |