Intro:
*coughing* Damn!
Standing here brings back a gang of memories, man
Sitting on this old block
All the violence and drugs you know
But I lived through it
Get this shit on, yeah nigga, you and them
motherfuckers
Rest in player pieces my niggas
Blaaow!
Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see some niggas at the party, then I'm subject to kill
Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
Niggas try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
I had a homey named