night here comes the hoodsta back up. And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these niggas down. Chorus (2x). Uh, that's right. * all ya'll. Bitch. Ya'll still can't fade it. WC
WC. Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it. Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it. So many of us done lost lives to the streets. As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for
*car speeds off*. Verse One WC. *police sirens throughout song*. Last man standin', I'm shot. But I can't fear bleedin'. My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'. I'm speedin
