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Tru - Final Ride lyrics
-yo, big mann, whats happenin? -just out here chillin, dawg -shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about? -nigga, Im out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga -reminiscin on what? -bout how shit done changed, dawg -all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel -damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly happenin -so what, we next or what? -nigga, we tryin to come up and raise them little ones -well, lets find a way out this shit -well, lets do dat there [master p] Niggaz dat want to space age hustle Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed Aint no comin back, livin in the dope game Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then thats yo name On the wall when they run up, I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirt Aint no love in new orleans, All the way to richmond, california Niggaz livin for ghetto dreams And the ghetto get so crazy I seen a little bitty baby suckin on daisies Caught two to the chest, one to the head 5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown show Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe And its sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward 9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward All my homies be dyin down south Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth But Im a soldier, a rolla, give me ten Id rather die than go to the fuckin pen My partna bos looked to my eyes and said, "nigga Is it time for change, niggaz aint livin in this dope game" So we jumped into this rap game And laid it down to all my killas That tried to teach my nigga the game Cause once you gone, aint no comin back Talked to randall and t-dove They say, "p, the streets aint all that." I mean the calliope projects done change Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin police man And niggaz still servin bubble ups Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up And with this new wave dope game, I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some change But down south my homies dyin, niggaz fryin But stories we aint buyin Chorus: repeat 2x Who (2pac gone, but what rapper) gon be next To take that final ride (I hope it aint me who) Get cashed like a bad check (slammin cadillac doors) Black hearses when they should be 6-0s [silkk] I often wonder wonder if theres a heaven or a hell Rest in peace to my niggaz that died Too bad when they died they couldnt come back and tell If they really is another side, I seen his mother cry I just wanna know where he went when my cousin died That last step, then its yo debt, yo last breath Then its the moment you fear Just think, by the day over, one of us aint gon be here Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now hes ridin solo Hes dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if theres a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went in the chamber Moms say my days are numbered cause I live wrong Even scarface made a song, gangstas really dont live long Im tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like outkast say Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like u.g.k. Convertible lexus like eightball, mjg 500 like my brother master p, Im a shock the world if I see 23 Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard Who gon be next...to take that final ride? Chorus [c-murder] I done seen mo crime than a crime lord Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more death than god Just last week a nigga got shot up and burned But me I take heed to shit like that, and I learned How can I not end up like that nigga? What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga? Cause in the projects, aint no love Niggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin) I hope you feel me, cause I feel the pain of others I feel for every nigga that got to go on without they brother But like the game, what goes around comes around Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town That could be yo mama cryin in that steeple Better yet, that could be you mornin the death of yo people In the hood, Im known for peelin caps, so Im a cap peela The police know me for sellin drugs, so Im a drug deala I reverse the game cause aint no love for a black man 13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a stand Its a never endin game of death, do or die So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride Chorus (2x) R.i.p. 2pac, nigga, eazy-e, segram, mr. c And my little brother kevin Miller, and all yall tru niggaz and bitches That done died out there on these streets And took that final ride Yall niggaz aint forgotten Cause tru niggaz live forever Tru niggaz like us Ya heard me? its real nigga We gon see yall fools in the crossroads |
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