Letra

Gabe's a West 20th Street legend now, you know Gotta keep that shit alive Keep the story alive for the youngsters and shit Show 'em what a real soldier does When he's caught behind enemy lines Tick tock, the clock is tickin' in the Yoc My pistol's stocked, the hammer's cocked The top is dropped from block to block How long will it be before I'm shot? Hole in my knot, enemies got me slippin' By the park in my skylark, distracted by my CD skippin' They got me good, cracked my skull Remember, Wood, time to go With my final breath in slow motion, I could feel my soul Driftin' from my flesh, so much for a bulletproof vest I left my ride to little bird, homeboy, sorry about the mess I just got one favor to ask, could you handle this simple task? And make sure those who took my last breath Die a gruesome mass death Don't know where I'm headed I'm lookin' around for hell or heaven And then I woke up with a pain in my gut, headache and sweatin' I crack an old E to release to keep my mind in one piece 'Cause sanity is hard to keep when fightin' demons in your sleep I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days But memories of dead homies invade, ignitin' my rage I crack an old E to release to keep my mind in one piece 'Cause sanity is hard to keep when fightin' demons in your sleep I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days But memories of dead homies invade, ignitin' my rage You guys know what happened And you know shit got fucked up after while Brother got shot and I just went crazy Didn't give a fuck no more I'm starin' at my homie laid out stiff on a gurney Two shots to the head, no, he can't be dead The thought of it got my stomach turnin' With a one million dollar bail, he couldn't be caught for years With detectives followin' dead-end trails Where the fuck did he disappear? It's gotta be one of his tricks to get them Antioch dicks up out his mix When the APD is callin' it quits, he's tucked away at a Motel 6 That's gotta be it, it's gotta be, it's the only way it all fits I placed two fingers upon the lips of the body, and then it hits This is my homie, the body, it ain't a phoney Holy shit, his wig is split, my legs forgettin' to hold me I gotta sit down, my disbelief's completely erased I felt displaced, a salty taste builds up as tears ran down my face While it's sinkin' in, I'm thinkin' in a murderous fashion The SWAT team only shot one thing, act as a legal assassin Now Raymond, Blackbird and his babies Rest in peace, their days are over Every homie got more gang obligations laid on my shoulders Gotta get Snoop released by slappin' Gs Down on criminal lawyer fees Keep my gang outta police sight Produce and write, make money increase Handlin' funk, at the same time Makin' this Yoc life shit go nationwide In case I die before we rise, I apologize, homeboys, I tried I crack an old E to release to keep my mind in one piece 'Cause sanity is hard to keep when fightin' demons in your sleep I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days But memories of dead homies invade, ignitin' my rage I crack an old E to release to keep my mind in one piece 'Cause sanity is hard to keep when fightin' demons in your sleep I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days But memories of dead homies invade, ignitin' my rage You remember me? The mainy-est one in the click Those days are gone now, I'm kind of weak-minded now You know, after all these years of runnin' and shit I'm still crazy, don't -, don't get me wrong I'll still kill a motherfucker real quick Every once in a while, you guys have a barbecue and remember me You know what I'm sayin'? I love you guys, all of you
Writer(s): Ryan M Wood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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