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Master P

When They Gone (Radio)

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It`s 1995, alot of brothers done diedAlot sisters, them mothers, them fathersAnd aunties, and grandma`s done left to cryNow he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of meSaid he`d never die, but now he`s six feet deepWith a tombstone, oh my god my brother`s goneAnd I don`t even even think I can go onCause it hurtsTo lose someone you love to this madnessAnd killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugsDoctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him restA team rolled up and put him to his final testHands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another another episodeThen the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end Chorus:I wish I could`ve seen him before he died (talked to him)But when they gone, that`s when we realizedI wish I could`ve seen him before he died (talked to him)But when they gone, that`s when we realizedFront, back, side-to-sideBut who will be the next victim to roll in that black rideFront, back, side-to-sideIt might be youThe next victim to ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin` took out the game at the at the drop of a dimeThe game`s gettin` deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young young live to see 2-3Killin` don`t fase, fools think i`m crazyMuslims on every corner, handin` out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain`t no final callUsed to slang bean pies, now it`s `bout that white ballOnly fifteen, already got fiendsAnd workin` the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beansLivin` off a high, gold ones on his rideBitches on his side, but only livin` to retireAin`t that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped in his chest, didn`t wear his vestSome day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath Chorus Who`s under the white sheetSomebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad dayAin`t no time to cry, no time to shed no tearsYou know the way he died, the same way he livedWho was his killer, found him dead on his kneesSame room with his wife, and his kid left to grieveHopin` that this is a nightmare, one pop and he`s outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchairScared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it`s gonna be alrightBut know he`s gone, ain`t nobody to run his homeAnother kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throneLost at the game of life, ain`t no time to think twiceThe same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wifeTagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin` that crack rockNow he`s gone, Amazing Grace his last songSix ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had they lights onAnd when the straps pops to lower him down in the graveSee it was sad the way his his family misbehavedHis family cryin`, but everybody gots to dieBut you won`t feel what they feel`Till somebody in your family dies Chorus

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