Condolences

Lyrics

[Intro: Natalie Cole] If I could replay, if I could replay, that whole scene again Oh, well, I took a fool's way out, oh yeah Without one good reason why [Verse: Geechi Gotti + Poppa Chop] I shouldn't be around y'all niggas Matter fact, I should down y'all niggas Can't stand y'all niggas (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) Gave you water, should've drowned y'all niggas .40 knock a couple pounds off niggas (And I'm really feeling-) This a sound-off, nigga Salute to the real Where I'm from, you'll shoot or you get killed This is really how it is (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) All facts, no fictions No marks is allowed on my missions (And I'm really feeling-) Can't handle my business I'm tryna buy me a house These fuck niggas wanna die for some clout Better try another route (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) You'll miss the gold on yo' neck fat All Money In, and the culture gon' respect that (And I'm really feeling-) It's never gon' be another like Cuh Fly Crip but he was bright like a light bulb A young 2Pac for this generation (-feeling kind of bad) You raised a nation on motivation, face it Hater took your life, wit' no hesitation Y'all seen his gangsta, we seen his greatness (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) (His greatness) This whole world really full of fakeness When I say, "Fuck 'em all", bitch, I'm bein' gracious (And I'm really feeling-) Hatred So I gotta keep a strap How a king get killed by a rat Boy, I swear this shit a trap (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) Especially when you young and you Black Two choices: keep a gun, or get smacked (And I'm really feeling-) Nigga, these is facts I put my pain in the bottle Kill oue leaders they'd rather niggas follow Hollow tip shells, and you know I'm finna shoot it How we let 'em get Nip and ain't do shit? (how we let 'em do it) True shit But you know legends never die Nipsey chunkin' big Ns in the sky (big Ns in the sky) And you wonder why, you never seen a real nigga cry I stay away, I don't feel niggas' vibes Keep the steel in the ride I give a fuck 'bout new cases Aye, Cuh, we still off that "Blue Laces" "Dedication" (dedication) (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) We still bangin' "Double Up" Never let a hard time humble us (And I'm really feeling-) Blessings happen right after the trouble come Sunshine right after the thunder done (I don't know, sometimes, I don't think it's worth it) (After the trouble come) Yo, Nip, you was really one of one You had the Cuban, all my niggas wanted one (really wanted one) I'm 'bout change, give a fuck what niggas 'bout Hey, dear God, I know Hussle in ya House (I know Hussle in the House) I'm 'bout change, give a fuck what niggas 'bout Hey, dear God, I know Hussle in ya House [Outro: Poppa Chop] Yeah, I send my condolences, to his family, with love, love Has Nipsey died in vain? Not on no hater's name God makes His choices, we can never explain It's still our money, still runnin' this marathon Rest in peace, Mr. Hussle I'll see you on the other side, on the other side