(There's far too many of you dying)
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[Verse One: Scarface]
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June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight
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till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
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And everybody's dressed up in black suits
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goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
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Why'd he have to die
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Is the question that we're under
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But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
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So when your time comes, just remember G
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you'll always have a place in this world as a memory
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Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
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best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
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Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
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of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
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Never missin' out on a hood fight
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'cause ever-ee-day back in the hood we had a good fight
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Everything is changed and people-r-lookin lonely
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it's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without your homie
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But ain't much that we can do
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except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you
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And believe me it hurts
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to see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt... dirt
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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[Verse Two: Bushwick Bill]
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Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
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everybody's trippin cause the boy was to young to die
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A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
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everybody's trippin cause they can't accept my homeys death
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Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
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somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
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In the midst of all this shit I think about my self
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wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
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But I refuse to be another violent casualty
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so when I'm rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
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Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
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when the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends Uh
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And Bushwick can't sleep
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when everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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[Verse Three: Scarface]
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The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
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as they approach to see the body before the casket close
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The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip
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once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
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The whole entire family spoke on his defence
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the choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
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And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
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when I looked and seen the family that my partner lef'
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And then the choir broke into its final song
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thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
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Everyone was headed for the final flight
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as we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
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The director said his words and there was not a sound
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as they lower my little partner inside the ground
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Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
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and then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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[Verse Four: Big Mike]
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Alotta homies die
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Alotta mothers cry
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I watch tears fall down from their eyes
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Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance
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they chose the music so they had to dance
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Couldn't tell 'im nothin
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was a player, had ta have it
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got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
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And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
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ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
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We used to kick it on the ave at night
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comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
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But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
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I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
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So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block son
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you might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
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So on remember whenever or wherever
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dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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(There's far too many of you dying)
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Six Feet Deep
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