Check the script, me an' the Gods get it ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast We was laughin' at all the girls that passed A conversation, niggas had begin to discuss Hey, yo, Ra, what? Remember that kid you bust? Ah, yeah, he ran but he didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner "Hey, shorty, check it for the bag an' the dough" But he was brave, he looked him in the eye an' said, "No" But he splattered him, then he snatched the bag In his pockets, then he jetted up the ave Niggas screamin', the noise up an' down the block Yo, Rakeem, what? Your little brother got shot I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood all over the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was Ahh, man, how do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that has to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, I was laughin' all the time I taught him all about the bees an' birds But I wish I had a chance to say these three words © EAST MEMPHIS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com