Lirik Lagu When They Gone - Master P
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it's 1995, a lot of brothers done dieda lot of sisters, them mothers, them fathersand aunties, and grandmoms left to crynow he's nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of mesaid he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet deepwith at tombstone, oh my god my brothers goneand I don't even fuckin think I can go oncause it hurtsto lose someone you love to this madnessand killing, murder, shoot em up, the game of drugsdoctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him resta team rolled up and put him to his final testhands got cold, God rest his soulhe walked out his body to another fuckin episodethen the window openedthen they put him in the final frontieryou know what happened in the end
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedI wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedfront, back, side to sidebut who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be youthe next victim to take a ride in that black ride
just another homicide for the West Coast Timesfools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dimethe games gettin deep, I toss in my sleepbut would a young nigga live to see two-threekillin don't fase me, fools think I'm crazyMuslims on every corner, they handing out black daisiesname scratched off the wall, ain't no final callused to slang bean pies, now it's about the white wallonly 15, already got fiendsand working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beanslivin off a high, gold ones on this ridebitches on the side, but only livin to retireain't that a shame, took him out the gamesame fool we use to roll with, yelled out his namepopped him in his chest, didn't wear his vestsome day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedI wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedfront, back, side to sidebut who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be youthe next victim to take a ride in that black ride
who's under the white sheetsomebody bring the yellow tapethe ghetto took him under, today will be a sad dayain't no time to cry, no time to shed some tearsyou knoe the way he died, the same way he livedwho was his killer, found him dead on his kneessame room with his wife and his kid left to breathhopin that this a nightmareone pop and he's outta thereGod rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchairstabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flightand at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alrightbut now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his homeanother kingpin stripped from the ghetto thronelost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twicethe same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wifetagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplockanother nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rocknow he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass home4 lemons, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearseeverybody had their lights onand when the straps pops to lower him down in the gravesee it was sad the way his fuckin family misbehavehis family crying, but everybody gots to diebut you wont feel what they feeluntil somebody in your family dies
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedI wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedfront, back, side to sidebut who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be youthe next victim to take a ride in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be methe next victim to take a ride in that black ride
and ya'll know this black on black crime gotta ceasethis go out to all my motherfucking dead soldiers out theremy little brother Kevin MillerAunt Gordon, Vernell Jacksonmy homie D Fuller, Dandon WashingtonPimp Dad, Plan-B, Gangsta Earlya'll know this shoot-em-up, bang bang shit got to stopcause a town get hotter than a motherfuckerall my homies out here in Richmondyou know what I'm sayinall my niggas out there in the ManaEaster Hill, North Richmondniggas in Portchester, P-7all my motherfuckin dead soldiersya'll gonna be missedand all my motherfuckin down there in New OrleansCalliope Projectsmotherfuckin murder rate higher than a motherfuckerya'll gonna learn till we all motherfuckin gonegotta say goodbye to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LAmy niggas out there in Kansas CityCincinatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahomaand all ya'll motherfuckin niggas that don't understandwhat this shit is all aboutyou just gonna reminiscesmoke a fat ass spliflet this motherfuckin beat rollcause al the niggas is missed
I wish I could have seen them before they died (talked to em)but when they gone, that's when we realize
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedI wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedfront, back, side to sidebut who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be youthe next victim to take a ride in that black ride
just another homicide for the West Coast Timesfools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dimethe games gettin deep, I toss in my sleepbut would a young nigga live to see two-threekillin don't fase me, fools think I'm crazyMuslims on every corner, they handing out black daisiesname scratched off the wall, ain't no final callused to slang bean pies, now it's about the white wallonly 15, already got fiendsand working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beanslivin off a high, gold ones on this ridebitches on the side, but only livin to retireain't that a shame, took him out the gamesame fool we use to roll with, yelled out his namepopped him in his chest, didn't wear his vestsome day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedI wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedfront, back, side to sidebut who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be youthe next victim to take a ride in that black ride
who's under the white sheetsomebody bring the yellow tapethe ghetto took him under, today will be a sad dayain't no time to cry, no time to shed some tearsyou knoe the way he died, the same way he livedwho was his killer, found him dead on his kneessame room with his wife and his kid left to breathhopin that this a nightmareone pop and he's outta thereGod rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchairstabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flightand at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alrightbut now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his homeanother kingpin stripped from the ghetto thronelost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twicethe same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wifetagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplockanother nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rocknow he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass home4 lemons, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearseeverybody had their lights onand when the straps pops to lower him down in the gravesee it was sad the way his fuckin family misbehavehis family crying, but everybody gots to diebut you wont feel what they feeluntil somebody in your family dies
I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedI wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)but when they gone, that's when we realizedfront, back, side to sidebut who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be youthe next victim to take a ride in that black ridefront, back, side to sideit might be methe next victim to take a ride in that black ride
and ya'll know this black on black crime gotta ceasethis go out to all my motherfucking dead soldiers out theremy little brother Kevin MillerAunt Gordon, Vernell Jacksonmy homie D Fuller, Dandon WashingtonPimp Dad, Plan-B, Gangsta Earlya'll know this shoot-em-up, bang bang shit got to stopcause a town get hotter than a motherfuckerall my homies out here in Richmondyou know what I'm sayinall my niggas out there in the ManaEaster Hill, North Richmondniggas in Portchester, P-7all my motherfuckin dead soldiersya'll gonna be missedand all my motherfuckin down there in New OrleansCalliope Projectsmotherfuckin murder rate higher than a motherfuckerya'll gonna learn till we all motherfuckin gonegotta say goodbye to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LAmy niggas out there in Kansas CityCincinatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahomaand all ya'll motherfuckin niggas that don't understandwhat this shit is all aboutyou just gonna reminiscesmoke a fat ass spliflet this motherfuckin beat rollcause al the niggas is missed
I wish I could have seen them before they died (talked to em)but when they gone, that's when we realize
