Its 1995, alot of brothers done died Alot of sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandmoms left to cry Now he's nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of me Said he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet deep With at tombstone, oh my god my brothers gone And I don't even fuckin think I can go on Cause it hurts To lose someone you love to this madness And killing, murder, shoot em up, the game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another fuckin episode Then the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side to side But who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride Front, back, side to side It might be you The next victim to take a ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West Coast Times Fools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime The games gettin deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young nigga live to see two-three Killin don't fase me, fools think I'm crazy Muslims on every corner, they handing out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white wall Only 15, already got fiends And working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beans Livin off a high, gold ones on this ride Bitches on the side, but only livin to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool we use to roll with, yelled out his name Popped him in his chest, didn't wear his vest Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side to side But who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride Front, back, side to side It might be you The next victim to take a ride in that black ride Who's under the white sheet Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed some tears You knoe the way he died, the same way he lived Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees Same room with his wife and his kid left to breath Hopin that this a nightmare One pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchair Stabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alright But now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin stripped from the ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplock Another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rock Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song 6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass home
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