Текст песни C-Bo f Pizzo - The Autopsy
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[C-Bo]It`s 1994, gang-bangin` done played outBut I still stay strapped cause I don`t wanna get played outOn the concrete with internal bleedin`Moms at my hand screamin`: `Bo, don`t leave me!`I`m stairin` in to the sky, thinkin` that I`m gonna dieHere come the onetime, fuck the pigs, they are the last I wanna seePen and pad, no love from the deputyOnetime`s gettin` deeperAnd Finally I hear the ambulance creep upI`m feelin` dehydratedThey hook me up with some I.V. and a life flightSayin` that I`m gonna make itHoo-ride was the first thing on my mindBut the onetime got prints from my Tec-9They busted first and I busted back in returnAin`t no love for them faggot ass baby wormsThat`s all I gotta say to porkyNow get the fuck out my faceDetective got mad but I can give a fuck lessI got family and they won`t let the shit rest on my sideBald head mean muggin` locs, 3-10, 6-5Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin` like a vikingInsane in the brain and can`t wait to ride, seeNo matter what they do, you can lock me downBut at twelve caught a ghetto fligtCause there still be smokin`...One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...[Pizzo]As I`ve seen deep in my thoughtsNot thinkin` of my senses and all the blood I done lostIt seems like I`m stucked with no luck all of a suddenSo mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O manI was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain I had in my side and my brainNever think that I could end up on my back, playerI never thought a slug could enter through my skin layersFuck! I feel a burnin` sensation and I`m waitin` For the pain to go away but I know it`s gonna staySo I guess I`m fucked in the gameThen appeared a bird in the sky, don`t know where it cameSnatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the tripDon`t know which direction, I`m waitin`Felt like I went cross the continentSeems like it took a whole day, then we touched downWhite coats all around, suprise, I`m alive in a hospitalDone lost half of my soul, I feel I left controlI`m slippin` away, I took my life for grantedA few hours passed and I still feel strandedI`m awakin` to see shit in front of me that I never seen beforeBut I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto fligt...One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...[C-Bo]My homie took a bullet in the kidneyHK in my hand, down on one kneeOn his side, Q-Ball don`t dieMad as fuck and I don`t understand whyThe little B.G.`s didn`t bust no capsAfter a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strapDamn and they supposed to be hardcore bangersAnd I got the only empty cocked back chamberPrayin` for my homie not to rest in peace the shitJust ain`t right to take a life from an O.G.Retalion is all I can thinkNegative and incorrect, here comes the P.D.Damn, I got a gat and my homie don`t look too goodI hear the bird over the hoodNow I got faith he`ll make itWithout a doubt the next album`s dedicatedTo my homie Q-BallRest in peace and fuck the rest of ya`llSo-called homies, I don`t the meanin` when I`m hittin` ya downBut when I`m gone ya wanna see meAin`t no love in this Garden Blocc lifeAnd I won`t sweat to put a bullet in your chestAnd have you next on the ghetto fligt...