Tru - Final Ride lyrics

-yo, big mann, what's happenin? -just out here chillin, dawg -sh**, n***a, what you chillin, what you thinkin about? -n***a, i'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, n***a -reminiscin on what? -bout how sh** done changed, dawg -all these n***az dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel -damn, bro, this sh** daily, constantly happenin -so what, we next or what? -n***a, we tryin to come up and raise them little ones -well, let's find a way out this sh** -well, let's do dat there [master p] n***az dat want to space age hustle Catch that rocket to the f**in moon That be yo final ship, b**h, cause yo a** is doomed Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game Cause once you die, n***a you slangin rocks, then that's yo name On the wall when they run up, I got k**as coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups And put him in that muthaf**in long black hearse I mean, once you gone n***a you layin in the dirt Ain't no love in new orleans, All the way to richmond, california n***az livin for ghetto dreams And the ghetto get so crazy I seen a little bitty baby s**in on daisies Caught two to the chest, one to the head 5 n***az walked behind him dressed in red With ski masks, but n***az thought it was a clown show Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe And it's sad cause n***az claimin 3rd ward 9th ward and n***az claimin 10th ward All my homies be dyin down south Run around, talkin sh**, k**as with gold in they mouth But i'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten I'd rather die than go to the f**in pen My partna bos looked to my eyes and said, "n***a Is it time for change, n***az ain't livin in this dope game" So we jumped into this rap game And laid it down to all my k**as That tried to teach my n***a 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 f**in police man And n***az still servin bubble ups Big mo in the projects rappin, and n***as=z tryin to come up And with this new wave dope game, I mean this rap game, n***az tryin to get out to make some change But down south my homies dyin, n***az fryin But stories we ain't buyin Chorus: repeat 2x Who (2pac gone, but what rapper) gon be next To take that final ride (i hope it ain't me who) Get cashed like a bad check (slammin cadillac doors) Black hearses when they should be 6-0's [silkk] I often wonder wonder if there's a heaven or a hell Rest in peace to my n***az that died Too bad when they died they couldn't 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 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 gon be here Used to ride with a bunch of n***az, now he's ridin solo He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a k**a, and a shoota I wish some n***a 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 don't live long I'm 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, i'm 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 d**h than god Just last week a n***a got shot up and burned But me i take heed to sh** like that, and i learned How can i not end up like that n***a? What the f** i got to do not to get banged up by that trigga? Cause in the projects, ain't no love n***az will split yo wig cause they gon on d** (her-oin) I hope you feel me, cause i feel the pain of others I feel for every n***a that got to go on without they brother But like the game, what goes around comes around Next week that could be your muthaf**in hearse ridin through that town That could be yo mama cryin in that steeple Better yet, that could be you mornin the d**h of yo people In the hood, i'm known for peelin caps, so i'm a cap peela The police know me for sellin d**, so i'm a drug deala 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 endin game of d**h, do or die So if you k**, be prepared for that final ride Chorus (2x) R.i.p. 2pac, n***a, eazy-e, segram, mr. c And my little brother kevin Miller, and all ya'll tru n***az and b**hes That done died out there on these streets And took that final ride Y'all n***az ain't forgotten Cause tru n***az live forever Tru n***az like us Ya heard me? it's real n***a We gon see ya'll fools in the crossroads