Ghetto Flight

[C-Bo]<br>It`s 1994, gang-bangin` done played out<br>But I still stay strapped cause I don`t wanna get played out<br>On the concrete with internal bleedin`<br>Moms at my hand screamin`: `Bo, don`t leave me!`<br>I`m stairin` in to the sky, thinkin` that I`m gonna die<br>Here come the onetime, fuck the pigs, they are the last I wanna see<br>Pen and pad, no love from the deputy<br>Onetime`s gettin` deeper<br>And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up<br>I`m feelin` dehydrated<br>They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight<br>Sayin` that I`m gonna make it<br>Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind<br>But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9<br>They busted first and I busted back in return<br>Ain`t no love for them faggot ass baby worms<br>That`s all I gotta say to porky<br>Now get the fuck out my face<br>Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less<br>I got family and they won`t let the shit rest on my side<br>Bald head mean muggin` locs, 3-10, 6-5<br>Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin` like a viking<br>Insane in the brain and can`t wait to ride, see<br>No matter what they do, you can lock me down<br>But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt<br>Cause there still be smokin`...<br><br>One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...<br>They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...<br>One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...<br>They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...<br>One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...<br>They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...<br><br>[Pizzo]<br>As I`ve seen deep in my thoughts<br>Not thinkin` of my senses and all the blood I done lost<br>It seems like I`m stucked with no luck all of a sudden<br>So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man<br>I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain <br>I had in my side and my brain<br>Never think that I could end up on my back, player<br>I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers<br>Fuck! I feel a burnin` sensation and I`m waitin` <br>For the pain to go away but I know it`s gonna stay<br>So I guess I`m fucked in the game<br>Then appeared a bird in the sky, don`t know where it came<br>Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip<br>Don`t know which direction, I`m waitin`<br>Felt like I went cross the continent<br>Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down<br>White coats all around, suprise, I`m alive in a hospital<br>Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control<br>I`m slippin` away, I took my life for granted<br>A few hours passed and I still feel stranded<br>I`m awakin` to see shit in front of me that I never seen before<br>But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto fligt...<br><br>One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...<br>They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...<br>One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...<br>They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...<br>One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...<br>They ridin` on my bumber, bustin` with a Mac-11...<br><br>[C-Bo]<br>My homie took a bullet in the kidney<br>HK in my hand, down on one knee<br>On his side, Q-Ball don`t die<br>Mad as fuck and I don`t understand why<br>The little B.G.`s didn`t bust no caps<br>After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap<br>Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers<br>And I got the only empty cocked back chamber<br>Prayin` for my homie not to rest in peace the shit<br>Just ain`t right to take a life from an O.G.<br>Retalion is all I can think<br>Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D.<br>Damn, I got a gat and my homie don`t look too good<br>I hear the bird over the hood<br>Now I got faith he`ll make it<br>Without a doubt the next album`s dedicated<br>To my homie Q-Ball<br>Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya`ll<br>So-called homies, I don`t the meanin` when I`m hittin` ya down<br>But when I`m gone ya wanna see me<br>Ain`t no love in this Garden Blocc life<br>And I won`t sweat to put a bullet in your chest<br>And have you next on the ghetto fligt...