| There’s far too many of you dying
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| June, 28 was the date 38
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| Till the chest plate mommy dear’s cryin' at the wake
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| And everybody’s dressed up in black suits
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| Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
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| Why’d he have to die is the question that we’re under
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| But everyone knows that everyday’s a different number
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| So when your time comes, just remember G
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| You’ll always have a place in this world as a memory
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| Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
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| Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
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| Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
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| Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
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| Never missin' out on a hood fight
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| 'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
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| Everything is changed and people are lookin' lonely
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| It’s gonna be strange spendin' New Year’s eve without your homie
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| But ain’t much that we can do
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| Except pour brew throughout the crew
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| To make sure we all remember you
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| And believe me it hurts
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| To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| Another homie got smoked but it’s no surprise
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| Everybody’s trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die
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| A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
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| Everybody’s trippin' 'cause they can’t accept my homie’s death
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| Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
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| Somebody’s brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
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| In the midst of all this shit I think about myself
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| Wonderin' when somebody’s gonna try to take me off the shelf
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| But I refuse to be another violent casualty
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| So when I’m rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
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| 'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can’t win
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| When the people you think are your friends
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| Really ain’t your friends, uh and bush wick can’t sleep
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| When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| The pain that’s deep inside of everybody grows
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| As they approach to see the body before the casket close
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| The person standin' next to me has snapped the flip
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| Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
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| The whole entire family spoke on his defense
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| The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
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| And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
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| When I looked and seen the family that my partner left
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| And then the choir broke into it’s final song
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| Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
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| Everyone was headed for the final flight
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| As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
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| The director said his words and there was not a sound
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| As they lower my little partner inside the ground
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| Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
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| And then they work alone with the concrete block and that’s deep
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry
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| I watch tears fall down from their eyes
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| Everybody wants to go to Heaven
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| But nobody wants to take the chance
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| They chose the music so they had to dance
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| Couldn’t tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
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| Got caught up in the game now ma boy’s in the casket
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| And everybody’s lookin' for somebody else to blame
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| Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
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| We used to kick it on the Ave at night
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| Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
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| But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
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| I wish he wouldn’t a never fell victim to the clone
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| So when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
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| You might be gone but you damn sure ain’t forgotten
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| So on remember whenever or wherever
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| Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| There’s far too many of you dying |