| Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
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| But some cry and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
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| His life was took at such an early age
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| A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage
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| He used to hustle on the street corners
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| His mom would always beg him to quit but he didn’t wanna
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| As he got older, he got even worse
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| 'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse
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| A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle
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| The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his ankle
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| Laid him out in the driveway
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| Some people knew he wouldn’t survive but hey
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| I ain’t the one to speak up on another’s
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| All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother
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| He chose the wrong way and that’s the route he took
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| Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook
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| He had a baby that he couldn’t raise
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| And she will never see her father again 'cause he’s in a grave
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| I always think about
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| «My daddy was a dopeman, so I’ma be a dope dealer»
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| How will the family explain it?
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| «My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!»
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| He ain’t around to see her walk
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| Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls
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| Just the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up
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| When his girl has to raise a bastard child
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| It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her
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| She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater
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| She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card
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| Had a kid, now she’s realizin' life is hard
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| A big time dope dealer’s all she wanted
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| Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it
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| The situation’s got me guessin'
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| But the answer remains to be a question
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| He lived his life in a lie
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| I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
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| It was crazy how it happened
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| Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera cappin'
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| All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds
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| And the boy was just screamin' as he fell to the ground
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| A woman yelled, get an ambulance
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| But I knew he was dead, he didn’t stand a chance
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| You shoulda seen him, he was scared
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| A bullet goes to his chest and one to his head
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| He just laid there in silence and all I heard was the sirens
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| Paramedics pulled up
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| Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
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| Put his ass on the stretcher
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| But if he survives, I’m willin' to betcha
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| He’ll be out for revenge
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| They patched him up within a week he was back at it again
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| Went to his brother on the North side
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| Grab your shit, it’s a hit, we’re gonna take a long ride
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| Packed it up in the trunk
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| AK-47, M-11 and a pump
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| Rolled by on Scott Street
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| School was lettin' out
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| «Yo, you ain’t gonna shoot yet?» |
| «Watch me!»
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| Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun
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| He shot him
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| Put his tooly on the front seat
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| Continued his mission, as he headed down the street
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| The kids was just starin' at each other
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| J.D. rolled by and smoked black’s brother
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| Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
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| Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch
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| On his way down Cullard
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| His brother was just dazed in a shock, «Why you do it?»
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| «Why you shot his moms Jay? |
| Shit»
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| «He, he, he, he, he hah man fuck that bitch»
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| Went to the store to use the pay phone
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| Called up Mack, «Aiyyo J.D. Homey»
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| Hung it up and rolled down Dagger
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| Headin' for the nigga he was after
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| By the time he arrived at the scene
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| Malcolm was ready for anything
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| He tried to sneak around the back way
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| Never thought of bein' taken out on that day
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| Black boy, black coat
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| Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
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| He didn’t fall so he fired
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| One to the middle of his skull, he’s expired
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| A whole army came out
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| Twenty-seven niggas all strapped out of one house
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| That how it happens in the acre
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| One nigga died in the park in the paper
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| Shit gets deeper but why?
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| I guess you only get a minute to pray and a second to die |