Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man
 Check it  check it *the next life*
 Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit
 For real man  shit can happen
 in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man
 Recognize that for real
 You're never promise tomorrow  you know
 Any nigga that you know  knahmsayin?
 You never know about these things  word up
 His body was cold yet his face remained calmly
 He spoke differently, as if he was Godly
 Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches
 Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches
 Situation, made me sober as fuck
 As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck
 Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck
 Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed
 Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
 His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished
 The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes
 They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished
 I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it
 Yeah, word up, goin back
 Chorus: Tragedy
 If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
 Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
 It's all about cash, and the diamond rings
 Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things
 (repeat 2X)
 Word up, real things, real niggaz do real things
 Yo, movin on
 Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his
 Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is
 The blood drenched in his Armani linen
 I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin
 From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years
 When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers
 And now the tears, I can't stop from comin
 I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin
 It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game
 I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain
 Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him
 Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him
 The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him
 But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him
 Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug
 It's real love, this is what a real nigga does
 Chorus
 What yo, real niggaz do real things
 Word up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeah
 Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo
 The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot
 Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped
 She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock
 I was standin there stuck off the words I said
 Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead
 Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
 Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
 From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers
 Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches
 Pumped on the same block with the same snitches
 Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches
 And I remember, when we was both five percenters
 Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters
 And now the end is, justifyin all the means
 That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens
 and it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo
 Chorus (repeats)
 Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz
 Even if you don't get no bigger
 Finsta, Crash, presedential
 Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?
 Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo
 Begins, world currency
 The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me
 It wants me it traps me, in the hole
 Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo
 Chorus