feat. Aaron Hall



[Chorus: Aaron Hall]

God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin

For you, please help me

On the journey, please



[Fredro Starr]

When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di

Blastin Ready to Die late night pushin a five

Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five

Let the will go, like "fuck it" closin my eyes

Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison

Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden

So be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?

Cuz see now ya face flash on the MTV

Front page of the paper, front of The Source

Jealous niggas laughin, pain, and feel no remorse

Every mornin kissin my moms, readin from psalms

Other rappers showin love, dedicatin me songs

When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last days verse

Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed

Wakin up wit the smell of death, shakin in cold sweats

Nightmares, every night, breathin of short breath

Wit gun to my head, won't be makin me more stressed

The second chance of life, got me feelin I'm Lord blessed

I'm God sent, here to talk to the children

Teach them not to blast they gats wit no feeling

Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building

Teach them bout the game of life, it's thug livin, we all day



[Chorus]

(I don't wanna die) God, I'm callin, yes I'm callin

For you, (I don't wanna die) please help me

On the journey, please



[Fredro Starr]

What up B-Wiz? It's been quite some time

I ain't see you in a while, since you left in '89

And I still got the demos, before we got signed

Every rhyme I write, you be in the back of my mind

Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit when gold

Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to be

Seen you uptown, burnin niggas, testin ya flow

Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over

Freaky Tah, what up my nigga, damn you still look fly

You in heaven and you still gettin high, pass the lye

Shit yo Eazy, what up dog, I know we never met

Used to bang Niggaz With Attitude, cleanin the tech

Respect ya gangsta since the video, you rhymed in the jail

Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hall

My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid

I'm still rewindin and succedin on the joint that we did

Neighborhood, damn the world, only got one verse

What up Banky, who thought you would of made it here first

Big and Pac rollin dice like they never had beef

Big Stretch, side bettin, standin next to Trouble T

Thought I never met Kadafi, what up God, peace

By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps?

It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott LaRock

Dyin 4 Rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die