Yo, Big Mann, what's happening?

Just out here chillin', dawg

Shit, ****, what you chillin', what you thinking about?

****, I'm out here reminiscing, looking around, ****

Reminiscing on what?

'Bout how shit done changed, dawg

All these **** dead we grew up with, bro, baby Daniel

Damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly happening

So what, we next or what?

****, we tryin' to come up and raise them little ones

Well, let's find a way out this shit

Well, let's do that there

**** that want to space age hustle, catch that rocket to the fucking moon

That be yo' final ship, ****, 'cause yo' ass is doomed

Ain't no comin' back, living in the dope game

'Cause once you die, ****, you slanging rocks, then that's yo' name

On the wall when they run up

I got killers coming through with bubble ups to pick up double ups

And put him in that motherfucking long black hearse

I mean, once you gone, ****, you laying in the dirty

Ain't no love in New Orleans

All the way to Richmond, California, **** living for ghetto dreams

And the ghetto get so crazy

I seen a little bitty baby sucking on daisies

Caught two to the chest, one to the head

Five **** walked behind him, dressed in red

With ski masks, but **** thought it was a clown show

Witches in the St. Bernard projects, downed a hoe

And it's sad 'cause **** claiming third Ward

Nineth Ward and **** claiming Tenth Ward

All my homies be dying Down South

Run around, talkin' shit, killers with gold in they mouth

But I'm a soldier, a roller, give me ten

I'd rather die than go to the fuckin' pen

My partner Bos looked to my eyes and said, "****

Is it time for change, **** ain't living in this dope game"

So we jumped into this rap game

And laid it down to all my killers that tried to teach my **** the game

'Cause once you gone, ain't no comin' back

Talked to Randall and T-Dove, they say, "P, the streets ain't all that

I mean the Calliope projects done change

Right from Roges Tablet you find the fucking police man

And **** still serving bubble ups

Big Mo in the projects rapping, and **** tryin' to come up

And with this new wave dope game

I mean this rap game, **** tryin' to get out to make some change

But Down South my homies dying, **** frying

But stories we ain't buying

2Pac gone, but what rapper gon' be next

I hope it ain't me who get cashed like a bad check

(Slammin' Cadillac doors), who gon' be next?

(Black hearses when they should be 6-0's), to take the final ride

Who gon' be next to take that final ride

Get cashed like a bad check

(Slammin' Cadillac doors), who gon' be next?

(Black hearses when they should be 6-0's), to take the final ride

I often wonder (wonder?) If there's a heaven or a hell

Rest in peace to my **** that died

Too bad when they died, they couldn't come back and tell

If they really is another side (another side?), I seen his mother cry

I just wanna know where he went when my cousin died

That last step, then it's yo' debt, yo' last breath

Then it's the moment you fear (just think, by the day over)

One of us ain't gone be here

Used to ride with a bunch of ****, now he's riding solo

He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear Polos

I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangster, a killer, and a shooter

I wish some **** gunned John Gotti had went in the chamber (oh, shit)

Moms say my days are numbered 'cause I live wrong

Even Scarface made a song, gangsters really don't live long

I'm trying 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, I'm a shock the world (you still alive) 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 graveyard

Who gon' be next to take that final ride

Who gon' be next to take that final ride

Get cashed like a bad check

(Slammin' Cadillac doors), who gon' be next?

(Black hearses when they should be 6-0's), to take the final ride

I done seen mo' crime than a crime lord (I kill it)

Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more death than God

Just last week a **** got shot up and burned

But me I take heed to shit like that, and I learned (why?)

How can I not end up like that ****? (Oh, yeah)

What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigger?

'Cause in the projects, ain't no love (no love)

**** will split yo' wig 'cause they gone on drugs (heroin)

I hope you feel me, 'cause I feel the pain of others

I feel for every **** that got to go on without they brother

But like the game, what goes around, comes around

Next week, that could be your motherfucking hearse riding through that town

That could be yo' mama crying in that steeple

Better yet, that could be you morning the death of yo' people

In the hood, I'm known for peeling caps, so I'm a cap peeler

The police know me for selling drugs, so I'm a drug dealer

I reverse the game cause ain't no love for a black man

13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin' a stand

It's a never ending game of death, do or die

So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride

Who gon' be next to take that final ride

Get cashed like a bad check

(Slammin' Cadillac doors), who gon' be next?

(Black hearses when they should be 6-0's), to take the final ride

Who gon' be next to take that final ride

Get cashed like a bad check

(Slammin' Cadillac doors), who gon' be next?

(Black hearses when they should be 6-0's), to take the final ride

R.I.P. 2Pac, ****, Eazy-E, Segram, Mr. C

And my little brother Kevin Miller

And all y'all TRU **** and bitches that done died out there on these streets

And took that final ride, uh

Y'all **** ain't forgotten 'cause TRU **** live forever

TRU **** like us

Ya heard me? It's real, ****

We gon' see y'all fools in the crossroads