[C Bo]
 It's 1994  gang bangin' done played out
 But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out
 On the concrete with internal bleedin'
 Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo  don't leave me!'
 I'm stairin' in to the sky  thinkin' that I'm gonna die
 Here come the onetime  fuck the pigs  they are the last I wanna see
 Pen and pad  no love from the deputy
 Onetime's gettin' deeper
 And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up
 I'm feelin' dehydrated
 They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight
 Sayin' that I'm gonna make it
 Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind
 But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9
 They busted first and I busted back in return
 Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms
 That's all I gotta say to porky
 Now get the fuck out my face
 Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less
 I got family and they won't let the shit rest on my side
 Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5
 Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking
 Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see
 No matter what they do, you can lock me down
 But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt
 Cause there still be smokin'...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 [Pizzo]
 As I've seen deep in my thoughts
 Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood I done lost
 It seems like I'm stucked with no luck all of a sudden
 So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man
 I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain
 I had in my side and my brain
 Never think that I could end up on my back, player
 I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers
 Fuck! I feel a burnin' sensation and I'm waitin'
 For the pain to go away but I know it's gonna stay
 So I guess I'm fucked in the game
 Then appeared a bird in the sky, don't know where it came
 Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip
 Don't know which direction, I'm waitin'
 Felt like I went cross the continent
 Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down
 White coats all around, suprise, I'm alive in a hospital
 Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control
 I'm slippin' away, I took my life for granted
 A few hours passed and I still feel stranded
 I'm awakin' to see shit in front of me that I never seen before
 But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto
 fligt...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 [C-Bo]
 My homie took a bullet in the kidney
 HK in my hand, down on one knee
 On his side, Q-Ball don't die
 Mad as fuck and I don't understand why
 The little B.G.'s didn't bust no caps
 After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap
 Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers
 And I got the only empty cocked back chamber
 Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit
 Just ain't right to take a life from an O.G.
 Retalion is all I can think
 Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D.
 Damn, I got a gat and my homie don't look too good
 I hear the bird over the hood
 Now I got faith he'll make it
 Without a doubt the next album's dedicated
 To my homie Q-Ball
 Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll
 So-called homies, I don't the meanin' when I'm hittin' ya down
 But when I'm gone ya wanna see me
 Ain't no love in this Garden Blocc life
 And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest
 And have you next on the ghetto fligt