When They Gone

[Verse 1]<br><br>It`s 1995, a lot of brothers done died<br>Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers<br>and aunties, and grandmamas left to cry<br>Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me<br>said he never die but now he`s 6 feet deep, with a tombstone<br>oh my god my brothers gone <br>and I don`t even fucking think I can go on<br>Cause it hurts to lose someone you love <br>to this madness of children`s murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs<br>Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest<br>A team rolled up and put him to his final death<br>hands got cold, god rest his soul<br>He walked out his body to another fucking episode<br>the window open , they put him in the final front <br>and you know what happens in the end<br><br>(Chorus)<br>I wish I could seen him before he died<br>talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize<br>I wish I could seen him before he died<br>talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize<br>Front, back, side to side<br>but who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride<br>Front, back, side to side<br>it might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride<br><br>Verse 2<br><br>Just another homicide, for that west county times <br>fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin` deep<br>I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga live to see 23?<br>Killing dont phase me, fools think I`m crazy <br>Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy`s<br>Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call<br>used to slang bean pies now it`s bout white ball<br>Only 15, already got a beef <br>and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans<br>livin off a high, rollin on this ride<br>bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks time<br>Aint that a shame, took him out the game<br>same fool he used to roll with yelled out his name<br>Popped him in the chest, couldn`t where his vest<br>the day his kid took his first step, his took his last breath.<br><br>(Chorus)<br>I wish I could seen him before he died<br>talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize<br>I wish I could seen him before he died<br>talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize<br>Front, back, side to side<br>but who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride.<br>Front, back, side to side<br>it might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.<br> <br>(Verse 3) <br><br>Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape<br>the ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day<br>Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears<br>you know the way he died the same way he lived.<br>The fool was a killer found him dead on his knees<br>same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve<br>Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he`s outta there<br>god rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair<br>scared for his life, his daddy took ghetto flight<br>left the funeral and mama said boy you know it`s gonna be alright<br>but now he`s gone, aint nobody to run his home<br>another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne<br>folks that`s the game of life, aint no time to think twice<br>the same fool he trusted with now sleeps with his wife<br>Khakis on, snapped him in that whiplock<br>another nigga flip locked, got popped for slangin that crack rock.<br>but now he`s gone, Amazing Grace was his last song<br>six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home.<br>4 members, 3 cousin, 2 El dogs, a cop, and a hearse <br>everybody had they lights on , when that starp box lowered down into his grave<br>see it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved<br>his family cried, "but everybody got`s to die."<br>but you won`t feel what they feel into someone in your family dies.<br><br>(Chorus)<br>I wish I could seen him before he died<br>talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize<br>I wish I could seen him before he died<br>talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize<br>Front, back, side to side<br>but who gonna be the next nigga to roll in that black ride.<br>Front, back, side to side<br>it might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride.<br><br>(Master P talking)<br>Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease<br>This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there<br>my little brother Kevin Miller<br>Vanguard, Bernell Jackson, My homie Dee Willis<br>Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Plan B., Gangsta Irvin, <br>Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop.<br>Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker<br>All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I`m sayin? <br>all my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hill,<br>niggas in Corkshelf, P7,<br>all my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed.<br>and all my motherfucking homies down here in New Orlensas,<br>Calliope Projects, motherfucking murder rate <br>down here higher than a motherfucker<br>Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone<br>Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in <br>Texas, Washington, LA, <br>My niggas out there in Kansas City, <br>Cinnitatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma, <br>and to all you other motherfucking niggas <br>that don`t understand what this shit is about<br>we just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff<br>let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed<br>ya know what I`m sayin?<br>I wish I could seen they before they died<br>talk to `em but now they gone, but gotta we realize