[Verse 1] It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers And aunties, and grandmamas left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me Said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone Oh my god my brothers gone And I don't even fucking think I can go on Cause it hurts to lose someone you love To this madness of children's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final death Hands got cold, god rest his soul He walked out his body to another fucking episode The window open , they put him in the final front And you know what happens in the end
[Chorus] I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize Front, back, side to side But who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride Front, back, side to side It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride
[Verse 2] Just another homicide, for that west county times Fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga live to see 23? Killing dont phase me, fools think I'm crazy Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call Used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball Only 15, already got a beef And work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans Livin off a high, rollin on this ride Bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks time Aint that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with yelled out his name Popped him in the chest, couldn't where his vest The day his kid took his first step, his took his last breath.
[Chorus] I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize Front, back, side to side But who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride. Front, back, side to side It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.
[Verse 3] Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died the same way he lived. The fool was a killer found him dead on his knees Same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Scared for his life, his daddy took ghetto flight Left the funeral and mama said boy you know it's gonna be alright But now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne Folks that's the game of life, aint no time to think twice The same fool he trusted with now sleeps with his wife Khakis on, snapped him in that whiplock Another nigga flip locked, got popped for slangin that crack rock. But now he's gone, Amazing Grace was his last song Six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home. 4 members, 3 cousin, 2 El dogs, a cop, and a hearse Everybody had they lights on , when that starp box lowered down into his grave See it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved His family cried, "but everybody got's to die." But you won't feel what they feel into someone in your family dies.
[Chorus] I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize Front, back, side to side But who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride. Front, back, side to side It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.
[Master P talking] Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there My little brother Kevin Miller Vanguard, Bernell Jackson, My homie Dee Willis Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Plan B., Gangsta Irvin, Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop. Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin? All my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hill, Niggas in Corkshelf, P7, All my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed. And all my motherfucking homies down here in New Orlensas, Calliope Projects, motherfucking murder rate Down here higher than a motherfucker Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LA, My niggas out there in Kansas City, Cinnitatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma, And to all you other motherfucking niggas That don't understand what this shit is about We just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff Let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed Ya know what I'm sayin? I wish I could seen they before they died Talk to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we realizeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
