-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 hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Aint no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then thats yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirt
Aint no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond, california
Niggaz livin for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby suckin on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And its sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward
All my homies be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But Im a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
Id rather die than go to the fuckin pen
My partna bos looked to my eyes and said, nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz aint livin in this dope game
So we jumped into this rap game
And laid it down to all my killas
That tried to teach my nigga the game
Cause once you gone, aint no comin back
Talked to randall and t-dove
They say, p, the streets aint all that.
I mean the calliope projects done change
Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin bubble ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up
And with this new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some change
But down south my homies dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we aint buyin

Chorus: repeat 2x

Who (2pac gone, but what rapper) gon be next
To 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 hell
Rest in peace to my niggaz that died
Too bad when they died they couldnt come back and tell
If they really is another side, I seen his mother cry
I just wanna know where he went when my cousin died
That last step, then its yo debt, yo last breath
Then its the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us aint gon be here
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now hes ridin solo
Hes dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos
I wonder if theres a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live wrong
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really dont live long
Im tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like outkast say
Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like u.g.k.
Convertible lexus like eightball, mjg
500 like my brother master p, Im a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard

Who gon be next...to take that final ride?

Chorus

[c-murder]
I done seen mo crime than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more death than god
Just last week a nigga got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to shit like that, and I learned
How 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 love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you feel me, cause I feel the pain of others
I feel for every nigga that got to go on without they brother
But like the game, what goes around comes around
Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo mama cryin in that steeple
Better yet, that could be you mornin the death of yo people
In the hood, Im known for peelin caps, so Im a cap peela
The police know me for sellin drugs, so Im a drug deala
I reverse the game cause aint no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a stand
Its a never endin game of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride

Chorus (2x)

R.i.p. 2pac, nigga, eazy-e, segram, mr. c
And my little brother kevin
Miller, and all yall tru niggaz and bitches
That done died out there on these streets
And took that final ride
Yall niggaz aint forgotten
Cause tru niggaz live forever
Tru niggaz like us
Ya heard me? its real nigga
We gon see yall fools in the crossroads