Lyrics

Well, well, well, well Hello, baby For one day, you here And then you're gone Well, well, well Yeah, yeah, yeah I know, la-da-da-da-da Yeah, well, well I know, I know, I know, yeah Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin' crack-cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick Thinkin' I'm a juvenile, but they don't know Who they messin' with (yeah) My mama's only son But I live every day like it's my motherf- last one Every nigga and they mama askin' why But I'm in the game, live by the game And in the game, I'ma die And if I die, or should I say, if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come n go 'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back, sellin' crack and pack two clips And when you think about that, you say, "It'll be on" It's a trip you're here today But the next day, you're gone One day, you're here, baby And then you're gone (the next day, you're gone) One day, you're here, baby (woo) And then you're gone (baby, the next day, you're gone) One day, you're here, baby (no) And then you're gone (the next day, you're gone) One day, you're here, baby (then you're gone) And then you're gone This world we livin' in, man It ain't nothing but drama Everyone wanna harm ya In New York niggas gettin' shot for bombers Now they got your life in the palm Of they hand like California Niggas with dubs of hydroponic marijuana Gang-bangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Down in Orange, my nigga Pots died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw him once before he died Wish it was twice, man I remember being eight deep off in Chucky crib Lettin' us act bad, not givin' a f- what we did When we lost him, I knew the world was comin' to the end And I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen for damn near ten But now it look like when he come out, man, I'm goin' in So, shit, I walk around With my mind blown in my own f- zone 'Cause one day, you're here, the next day, you're gone One day, you're here, baby And then you're gone (the next day, you're gone) One day, you're here, baby (woo) And then you're gone I'm up early 'cause ain't enough light in the daytime Smoke two sweets and sold three chickens 'Fore the clock strike nine Big nut holder, my boulders smolder on the PA pipes AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be lookin' shife, so I look shife back Can't show no weakness with these bitches Get your life jacked Man, it's a trip where I stay Especially for me Them bitches tryna lock me up for the whole century They gave my nigga Donny forty, Dante nineteen I wish that we could smoke again And take a tight lean My world a trip, you can ask Bun B, bitch, I ain't no liar My man BoBo just lost his baby in a house fire (Oh yeah) And when I got on my knees That night to pray, I asked God "Why You let these killers live And take my homeboy's son away?" Man if you got kids, show you love 'Em 'cause God just might call 'em home 'Cause one day, they're here and Baby, the next day, they're gone Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Gone) I know, you know Well, well, yeah, ah La-da-da-da-da I know, Gone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Then they gone One day, you're here, baby (Come on) And then you're gone I know, you know, I know, yeah Ah, la-da-da-da, la-da-da Mmm, ooh No, no, no, no, no, no (Come on, come on) Baby, baby, la-da-da-da-da One day, you're here, baby And then you're gone (The next day, you're gone) One day, you're here, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And then you're gone, gone (The next day, you're gone) Gone, come on, don't leave me, yeah Don't leave me, baby Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Writer(s): Bernard Freeman, Ronald Isley, Marvin Isley, Rudolph Isley, Chad Butler, O'kelly Isley, Ernie Isley, Christopher Jasper, Christopher Barriere Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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