Lyrics

[C-Bo] It's 1994, gang-bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get laid out On the concrete with internal bleedin' Moms at my hand screamin' "Bo, don't leave me!" I'm starin' up into the sky, thinkin' that I'm gonna die Here come the onetime, fuck the pigs They the last that 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 Said that I'll make it Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind But the onetime's got the prints from my Tec-9 They bust first and I bust 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 mug and 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 I'm stuck with no luck all of a sudden So mothafuckas swiftly swooped on the P-I double Z-O man I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain That I had in my side and my brain Never did I think that I would 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 from where it came Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip Don't know which direction I went It felt 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 out of control I'm slippin' away, I took my life for granted A few hours passed and I still feel stranded I awaken 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 flight 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 5 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 Retaliation is all I can think Negative and corrupt, here comes the P.D Damn, I gotta git 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 and if not this 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...