Based on a True Story part I

Track byTrick Daddy

  • 2001.06.05
  • 2:00


Man, this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man Damn, I miss my nigga man That shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg Man, I wonder what he was thinking about man My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there I got word inside of me My nigga I know exactly what he was thinking, my nigga Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla "Holla nigga", I keep hearing sirens In my sleep, I'm having flashbacks A guilty conscious naw, "Why ya ask that?" It's like this a nigga tried to cross me I made him pay and now the devil calls me But I ain't going 'cuz I'm rolling with the Lord G And now I lay my soul to sleep Ah pow, keep hearing gunshots Bullets flying, seem like they won't stop A call for help, but momma can't hear me Save me, damn this nigga, trying to kill me I'm bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin' caps I feel cold, boy, where them paramedics at? The first stop is intensive care I'm seeing tripletts, blood flying every where I'm stone black, but who turned the lights out? Holy sire, is it true I might die? My blood's low, my heart's beating too slow I'm on the edge but I can't let go Is this the end, I would stop breathing? Talk to me, why is everybody leaving? Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face Looking like it's gonna be a long day What time is it? What's the days date? What brings the crowd, oh, why these long faces? I'm getting kissed but why on my forehead? Pretty flowers, don't tell me that a nigga dead fuck Oh my, why all a sudden me, fuck it, I wanna be free Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words Past the dust, the last words that I heard Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, dust to dust


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