It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
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Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers
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And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry
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Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me
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Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep
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With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone
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And I don't even even think I can go on
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Cause it hurts
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To lose someone you love to this madness
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And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs
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Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
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A team rolled up and put him to his final test
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Hands got cold, God rest his soul
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He walked out his body to another another episode
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Then the window opened
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Then they put him in the final frontier
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You know what happened in the end
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I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
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But when they gone, that's when we realized
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I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him)
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But when they gone, that's when we realized
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Front, back, side-to-side
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But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride
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Front, back, side-to-side
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It might be you
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The next victim to ride in that black ride
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Just another homicide for the West County Times
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Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime
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The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep
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But would a young young live to see 2-3
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Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy
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Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies
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Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
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Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball
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Only fifteen, already got fiends
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And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans
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Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride
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Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire
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Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
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Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name
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Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest
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Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath
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Who's under the white sheet
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Somebody bring the yellow tape
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The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
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Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears
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You know the way he died, the same way he lived
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Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees
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Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve
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Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
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God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair
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Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight
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And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright
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But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home
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Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne
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Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice
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The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife
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Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock
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Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock
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Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song
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Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home
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4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse
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Everybody had they lights on
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And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave
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See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved
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His family cryin', but everybody gots to die
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But you won't feel what they feel
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'Till somebody in your family dies
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When They Gone (Radio Edit)
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