He came back In the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grand father was married in Yes... he was still fresh to death Bling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chest He still had it cuz they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Smelled the hennesy from when his niggas got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, but... He couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just filling the casket up Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second grade hand-writing simply read "i miss ya" Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it one of his man's stuck a swisher He had a notion as he laid there soaking Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open And he...
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This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You go and you live then you die...
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues... Chasing the cool
Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt spit... swollowed it Working like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologist Except.. his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed on to some grass, he climbed Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That had got him in the box wringing henny out his socks Figured it was hours because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so.. With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay Decided to walk home So he..
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He begged for some change to get him on a train "damn that nigga stank", is what they complained Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became A long look... wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed Matter fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeah And getting back in his lane, doing his thang First he had to find something to slang Next stop was his block It had the same cops Walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird being on the opposite They figured that he wasn't from there So they pulled out and robbed him With the same gun they shot him with Put it to his head and said "you scared ain't ya?" He said: "hustler for death. no heaven for a gangsta."
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