ive seen so many ppl hit the grave and meet the lord tragically
when shots ring out i hit the deck automatically
the gun sound makin ya ears all staticly
dat night i lost 2 friends my homies
shot wit gluks and pistols and chromies
revenage now in my palm
after that how im gone stay calmsight
wantin to shoot and kill all in
gripin dat pistol wit all my might
to kill or not to kill dat is what i ask
but to kill them all dats my true task
pain and anger buildin up at the top of its rim over flowin
da only man dat in all predicaments was glowin
i remeba relaxin and chillen shootin the brezze
always there for the otha no matter what they needz
nothin between us no matta what it was
he was like famliy closer to me then a cuz
now hes not there cant speak to him
memorys still here nevea gon get dim
still here wit me cuz i wont forget dem good times
dont wrry cuz ur in all of are minds
still dont kno y it ended dis way
every one missin u each and everyday
we will see eachother once agian in heaven wit wings
but still deep in side it burns hurts an stings