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Final Ride

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-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 hustleCatch that rocket to the fuckin moonThat be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomedAint no comin back, livin in the dope gameCause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then thats yo nameOn the wall when they run up,I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double upsAnd put him in that muthafuckin long black hearseI mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirtAint no love in new orleans,All the way to richmond, californiaNiggaz livin for ghetto dreamsAnd the ghetto get so crazyI seen a little bitty baby suckin on daisiesCaught two to the chest, one to the head5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in redWith ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown showWitches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoeAnd its sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th wardAll my homies be dyin down southRun around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouthBut Im a soldier, a rolla, give me tenId rather die than go to the fuckin penMy partna bos looked to my eyes and said, "niggaIs it time for change, niggaz aint livin in this dope game"So we jumped into this rap gameAnd laid it down to all my killasThat tried to teach my nigga the gameCause once you gone, aint no comin backTalked to randall and t-doveThey say, "p, the streets aint all that."I mean the calliope projects done changeRight from roges tablet you find the fuckin police manAnd niggaz still servin bubble upsBig mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come upAnd with this new wave dope game,I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some changeBut down south my homies dyin, niggaz fryinBut stories we aint buyinChorus: repeat 2xWho (2pac gone, but what rapper) gon be nextTo 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 hellRest in peace to my niggaz that diedToo bad when they died they couldnt come back and tellIf they really is another side, I seen his mother cryI just wanna know where he went when my cousin diedThat last step, then its yo debt, yo last breathThen its the moment you fearJust think, by the day over, one of us aint gon be hereUsed to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now hes ridin soloHes dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polosI wonder if theres a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shootaI wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went in the chamberMoms say my days are numbered cause I live wrongEven scarface made a song, gangstas really dont live longIm tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like outkast sayRide on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like u.g.k.Convertible lexus like eightball, mjg500 like my brother master p, Im a shock the world if I see 23Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlorTake pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yardWho gon be next...to take that final ride? Chorus[c-murder]I done seen mo crime than a crime lordSometimes I sit back and think I seen more death than godJust last week a nigga got shot up and burnedBut me I take heed to shit like that, and I learnedHow 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 loveNiggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)I hope you feel me, cause I feel the pain of othersI feel for every nigga that got to go on without they brotherBut like the game, what goes around comes aroundNext week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that townThat could be yo mama cryin in that steepleBetter yet, that could be you mornin the death of yo peopleIn the hood, Im known for peelin caps, so Im a cap peelaThe police know me for sellin drugs, so Im a drug dealaI reverse the game cause aint no love for a black man13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a standIts a never endin game of death, do or dieSo if you kill, be prepared for that final rideChorus (2x)R.i.p. 2pac, nigga, eazy-e, segram, mr. cAnd my little brother kevinMiller, and all yall tru niggaz and bitchesThat done died out there on these streetsAnd took that final rideYall niggaz aint forgottenCause tru niggaz live foreverTru niggaz like usYa heard me? its real niggaWe gon see yall fools in the crossroads

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