It's 1994, gang-bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out On the concrete with internal bleedin' Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo, don't leave me!' I'm stairin' in to the sky, thinkin' that I'm gonna die Here come the onetime, fuck the pigs, they are the last I wanna see Pen and pad, no love from the deputy Onetime's gettin' deeper And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up I'm feelin' dehydrated They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight Sayin' that I'm gonna make it Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9 They busted first and I busted back in return Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms That's all I gotta say to porky Now get the fuck out my face Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less I got family and they won't let the shit rest on my side Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5 Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see No matter what they do, you can lock me down But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt Cause there still be smokin'... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... [Pizzo] As I've seen deep in my thoughts Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood I done lost It seems like I'm stucked with no luck all of a sudden So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain I had in my side and my brain Never think that I could end up on my back, player I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers Fuck! I feel a burnin' sensation and I'm waitin' For the pain to go away but I know it's gonna stay So I guess I'm fucked in the game Then appeared a bird in the sky, don't know where it came Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip Don't know which direction, I'm waitin' Felt like I went cross the continent Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down White coats all around, suprise, I'm alive in a hospital Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control I'm slippin' away, I took my life for granted A few hours passed and I still feel stranded I'm awakin' to see shit in front of me that I never seen before But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto fligt... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... [C-Bo] My homie took a bullet in the kidney HK in my hand, down on one knee On his side, Q-Ball don't die Mad as fuck and I don't understand why The little B.G.'s didn't bust no caps After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers And I got the only empty cocked back chamber Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit Just ain't right to take a life from an O.G. Retalion is all I can think Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D. Damn, I got a gat and my homie don't look too good I hear the bird over the hood Now I got faith he'll make it Without a doubt the next album's dedicated To my homie Q-Ball Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll So-called homies, I don't the meanin' when I'm hittin' ya down B277ut when I'm gone ya wanna see me Ain't no love in this Garden Blocc life And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest And have you next on the ghetto fligt...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
