Текст и слова песни Mister P – When They Gone
Its 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot of sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandmoms left to cry
Now he's nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet deep
With at tombstone, oh my god my brothers gone
And I don't even fuckin think I can go on
Cause it hurts
To lose someone you love to this madness
And killing, murder, shoot em up, the game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final test
Hands got cold, God rest his soul
He walked out his body to another fuckin episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the final frontier
You know what happened in the end
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side to side
But who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you
The next victim to take a ride in that black ride
Just another homicide for the West Coast Times
Fools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime
The games gettin deep, I toss in my sleep
But would a young nigga live to see two-three
Killin don't fase me, fools think I'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, they handing out black daisies
Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
Used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white wall
Only 15, already got fiends
And working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beans
Livin off a high, gold ones on this ride
Bitches on the side, but only livin to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same fool we use to roll with, yelled out his name
Popped him in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side to side
But who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you
The next victim to take a ride in that black ride
Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yellow tape
The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed some tears
You knoe the way he died, the same way he lived
Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife and his kid left to breath
Hopin that this a nightmare
One pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchair
Stabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight
And at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alright
But now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin stripped from the ghetto throne
Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplock
Another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rock
Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song
6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass home
Alot of sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandmoms left to cry
Now he's nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet deep
With at tombstone, oh my god my brothers gone
And I don't even fuckin think I can go on
Cause it hurts
To lose someone you love to this madness
And killing, murder, shoot em up, the game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final test
Hands got cold, God rest his soul
He walked out his body to another fuckin episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the final frontier
You know what happened in the end
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side to side
But who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you
The next victim to take a ride in that black ride
Just another homicide for the West Coast Times
Fools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime
The games gettin deep, I toss in my sleep
But would a young nigga live to see two-three
Killin don't fase me, fools think I'm crazy
Muslims on every corner, they handing out black daisies
Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call
Used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white wall
Only 15, already got fiends
And working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beans
Livin off a high, gold ones on this ride
Bitches on the side, but only livin to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same fool we use to roll with, yelled out his name
Popped him in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we realized
Front, back, side to side
But who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you
The next victim to take a ride in that black ride
Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yellow tape
The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day
Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed some tears
You knoe the way he died, the same way he lived
Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife and his kid left to breath
Hopin that this a nightmare
One pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchair
Stabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight
And at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alright
But now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin stripped from the ghetto throne
Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplock
Another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rock
Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song
6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass home
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