[Featuring Pizzo]
[C Bo]
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
But 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...
