When They Gone

[Verse 1] It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died A lot of sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandmas left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend to me Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep, with a tombstone Oh my god my brothers gone And I don't even fucking think I can go on Cause it hurts to lose someone you love To this madness and killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, god rest his soul He walked out his body to another fucking episode Then the window opened, then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end... [Chorus: Master P & King George] I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him, but when they gone thats when we realize I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him, but when they gone thats when we realize Front, back, side to side But who would be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side to side It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the black ride [Verse 2] Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young nigga live to see 2-3? Killing dont phase me, fools think I'm crazy Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball Only fifteen, already got fiends And working the ghetto like Jack Stark could work some beans Livin off a high, gold ones on this ride Bitches on the side, but only livin to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool we used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped him in his chest, didn't wear his vest Same day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath [Chorus] [Verse 3] Who's under the white sheet? Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died the same way he lived Who was his killer? Found him dead on his knee Same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve Hopin' that this a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Stabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, mama say: "Boy, you know, it's gonna be alright..." But now he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplock Another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rock Now he's gone, "Amazing Grace" his last song Six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home 4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had their lights on! When the straps pops to lower him down in the grave See it was sad the way his fucking family misbehave His family crying, but everybody gots to die But you won't feel what they feel, until somebody in your family dies [Chorus: Master P & King George] I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him, but when they gone that's when we realize I wish I could seen him before he died Talk to him, but when they gone that's when we realize Front, back, side to side But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side to side It might be you the next victim to take a ride in the black ride Front, back, side to side It might be me the next victim to take a ride in the black ride [Outro: Master P] Y'all know all this motherfucking black on black crime got to cease This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there My little brother Kevin Miller Vanguard, Bernell Jackson, My homie Dee Willis Dana Parks, Pimp Daddy, Plan Bee, Gangsta Irvin Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin? All my niggas out there in The Manor, Easter Hills Niggas in Parchester, P7 All my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed And all my motherfucking homies down here in New Orleans Calliope Projects, motherfucking murder rate Down here higher than a motherfucker Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LA My niggas out there in Kansas City Cinnitatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma And to all you other motherfucking niggas That don't understand what this shit is about We just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff Let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed Ya know what I'm sayin? I wish I could seen they before they died Talk to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we realize