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
F**k 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 f**k out my face
Detective got mad
But I can give a f**k 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 n***a 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
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 mothaf**kas 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
F**k 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 f**ked 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
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 f**k
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 f**k 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
