50 talking]

Hold up. Son, them niggas know who hit that nigga son. (I know I kno...)

How the fuck we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him.

The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up)



Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i pray my lord my soul to take...



[Verse 1:]

If dead men could talk in your sleep

And your homie told u who got him

Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him

Or would you start switchin up

You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up?

What if he said money aint everything

The hood raised us wrong

What it takes to get your money long

But look I'm gone

Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside

Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride

What if he gave you a lil list of things to do

Said he wouldn't have to die

He could live through you

Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride

Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide

It's a cold world even when it's hot outside

Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain

Hit him cause he was your strength

Now you in a daze

Your homie turnin over in his grave

Cause you PUSSY!



[Hook:]

Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! 

Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)

Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! 

Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)



[Verse 2:]

Them boys smoked your homie

You aint gon do nothin back

Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped

It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you

Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you

You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven

Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7

When you reach the pearly gates

How you gon explain

You gonna try and tell God you've been framed

Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog

Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue

Them niggas he gave pacs to they kept the cake

His sister and baby momma talkin to Jake

Da' niggas that rocked Him they came to the wake

But they come inside they sat out in the ride

At the funeral homicide all in the buisness

Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it

Niggas is throwin' blows now you ready to rumble?

Thirsty niggas an animal, the hood is a jungle

Broke nigga will body someone over a bundle

Man a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do



[Hook: to fade]