Mike goes on in the streets of my hood
when you die, throw some cry niggas bop
while others choose to wonder why.
His life was took at such an early age.
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the age.
He used to hustle on the street corners.
His mom would always beg him to quit,
but he didn't wanna.
As he got older, he got even worse
till a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse.
A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle.
The brother he was squabbling with had broke his ankle,
laid him out in the driveway.
Some people knew he wouldn't survive,
but hey,
I ain't the one to speak up on another's.
All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother.
He chose the wrong way and that's the road he took.
Born and brought up as an angel,
but he died as a crook.
He had a baby that he couldn't raise,
and she will never see her father again cause
he's in his grave.
Hey yo, let's think about it, Miller.
My daddy was a dope man, so I'mma be a dope man.
I want my family explaining.
My daughter had a baby for a cane head.
He ain't around to see her walk,
dry her eyes when she cries,
pick her up when she falls.
Just the thought of a kid living far fucks me
up when this girl has to raise a * child.
It gets deeper,
we used to punch her and beat her.
She was loyal to his ass,
but accused as a cheater.
She had a good day,
but she picked the wrong car,
had a kid.
Now she's realizing life is hard.
A big time dope dealer's all she wanted,
who drove a Jaguar Benz so she could flaunt it.
The situation's got me kissing,
but the answer remains to be a question.
He lived his life in a lot.
I guess you only get a minute to pray and a second to die.
It was crazy how it happened.
Some niggas drove by in the Riviera cabin.
All I could see was a pimp in spit brows and the
boy was just screaming as he fell to the ground.
A woman yelled, get an ambulance.
But I knew for a day he didn't stand a chance.
You should have seen him, he was scared.
A bullet moved to his chest,
and one to his head.
He just laid there in silence.
And all I heard was a siren.
Paramedics pulled up,
followed by a lawman,
and then came a fire truck,
put his ass on a stretcher.
But if he survives a will and a bench,
he'll be out for revenge.
They patched him up within a week,
he was back at it again.
Went to his brother on the north side,
*** your *,
it's a hit.
We're gonna take a long ride,
packed it up in the trunk.
AK-47, M11, and a pump.
Robo working on Scott Street.
School was letting out.
You ain't gonna shoot yet?
What?
Opened the trunk and grabbed a shotgun.
He shot him, put his toolie on the front seat.
Continued his mission as he headed down the street.
The kids were staring at each other.
Taking his rope by his smoke mask.
Reached in his coat and grabbed the point.
Full speed down, we shot his mom on the point.
On his way down, coming,
his brother was just dazed and a shock.
Why you shoot his mom?
He said, *.
Man, * that.
Went to the store to use the payphone.
Called up Mac,
A-O-J-E,
hung it up the road down Dackard.
Heading for the nigga, he was out.
By the time he arrived at the scene,
Malcolm was ready for anything.
He tried to sneak around the back way.
Never thought of being taken out on that day.
Black boy, black coat.
Stood around the corner as he passed with his throat.
He didn't fall, so he fired.
Went to the middle of the skull, he's expired.
A whole army came out.
27 niggas all strapped out of one house.
That's how it happens in the 8th.
One nigga died in the park in the basement.
* gets deeper.
Why?
I guess you only get a minute to pray.
Second, die.
God