TRU, C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Final Ride lyrics
[TRU, C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Final Ride lyrics]
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 niggas 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks
But niggas thought it was a clown show
Witches in the St bernard projects
Downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggas claimin 3rd Ward
9th Ward and niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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
Niggas tryin to get out to make some change
But Down South my homies dyin, niggas fryin
But stories we ain't buyin
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
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
I often wonder wonder if there's
A heaven or a hell
Rest in peace to my niggas 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 niggas
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 UGK
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 nextto take that final ride?
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
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
Niggas 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
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
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
RIP 2Pac, nigga, Eazy-E, Segram, Mr c
And my little brother Kevin
Miller, and all ya'll TRU niggas and bitches
That done died out there on these streets
And took that final ride
Y'all niggas ain't forgotten
Cause TRU niggas live forever
TRU niggas like us
Ya heard me? It's real nigga
We gon see ya'll fools in the crossroads
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 niggas 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks
But niggas thought it was a clown show
Witches in the St bernard projects
Downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggas claimin 3rd Ward
9th Ward and niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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
Niggas tryin to get out to make some change
But Down South my homies dyin, niggas fryin
But stories we ain't buyin
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
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
I often wonder wonder if there's
A heaven or a hell
Rest in peace to my niggas 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 niggas
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 UGK
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 nextto take that final ride?
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
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
Niggas 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
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
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
RIP 2Pac, nigga, Eazy-E, Segram, Mr c
And my little brother Kevin
Miller, and all ya'll TRU niggas and bitches
That done died out there on these streets
And took that final ride
Y'all niggas ain't forgotten
Cause TRU niggas live forever
TRU niggas like us
Ya heard me? It's real nigga
We gon see ya'll fools in the crossroads