-Yo, Big Mann, what's happenin?

-Just out here chillin, dawg

-Shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?

-Nigga, I'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga

-Reminiscin on what?

-Bout how shit done changed, dawg

-All these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, Daniel

-Damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly happenin

-So what, we next or what?

-Nigga, we tryin to come up and raise them little ones

-Well, let's find a way out this shit

-Well, let's do dat there



[Master P]

Niggaz dat want to space age hustle

catch that rocket to the fuckin moon

That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed

Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game

Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name

On the wall when they run up,

I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups

And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse

I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirt

Ain't no love in New Orleans,

All the way to Richmond, California

niggaz livin for ghetto dreams

And the ghetto get so crazy

I seen a little bitty baby suckin on daisies

Caught two to the chest, one to the head

5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red

With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown show

Witches in the St. Bernard projects, downed a hoe

And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd Ward

9th Ward and niggaz claimin 10th Ward

All my homies be dyin Down South

Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth

But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten

I'd rather die than go to the fuckin pen

My partna Bos looked to my eyes and said, "Nigga

Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this dope game"

So we jumped into this rap game

And laid it down to all my killas

that tried to teach my nigga 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 fuckin police man

And niggaz still servin bubble ups

Big Mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up

And with this new wave dope game,

I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some change

But Down South my homies dyin, niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 killa, and a shoota

I wish some nigga 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 death than God

Just last week a nigga got shot up and burned

But me I take heed to shit like that, and I learned

How can I not end up like that nigga?

What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?

Cause in the projects, ain't no love

Niggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)

I hope you feel me, cause I feel the pain of others

I feel for every nigga that got to go on without they brother

But like the game, what goes around comes around

Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town

That could be yo mama cryin in that steeple

Better yet, that could be you mornin the death of yo people

In the hood, I'm known for peelin caps, so I'm a cap peela

The police know me for sellin drugs, 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 death, do or die

So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride



Chorus (2X)



R.I.P. 2Pac, nigga, Eazy-E, Segram, Mr. C

and my little brother Kevin

Miller, and all ya'll TRU niggaz and bitches

that done died out there on these streets

and took that final ride

y'all niggaz ain't forgotten

Cause TRU niggaz live forever

TRU niggaz like us

Ya heard me? It's real nigga

We gon see ya'll fools in the crossroads