Ghetto Fight

It's 1994, gang-bangin' done played out
 But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get laid out
 On the concrete with internal bleedin'
 Moms at my head screamin' 'Bo, don't leave me!'
 I'm stairin' in to the sky,
 Thinkin' that I'm gonna die
 Here come the onetime, fuck the pigs
 They the last that I wanna see
 Pen and pad, no love from the deputy
 Onetime's gettin' deeper
 And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up
 I'm feelin' dehydrated
 They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight
 Sayin' that I'll make it
 Hoorah was the first thing on my mind
 But the Onetime got the prints from my Tec-9
 They bust first and I bust back in return
 Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms
 That's all I gotta say to porky
 Now get the fuck out my face
 Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less
 I got family and they won't let the shit rest on my side
 Bald head mean muggin' locs, 310, 6-5
 Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking
 Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see
 No matter what they do, you can lock me down
 But at twelve caught a ghetto flight
 Cause there still be a smoke down.
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 As I've seen deep in my thoughts
 Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood I done lost
 It seems like I'm stuck with no luck all of a sudden
 So mothafuckas swiftly swooped on the P-I double Z-O man
 I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain
 I had in my side and my brain
 Never did I think that I could end up on my back, player
 I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers
 Fuck! I feel a burnin' sensation and I'm waitin'
 For the pain to go away but I know it's gonna stay
 So I guess I'm fucked in the game
 Then appeared a bird in the sky, don't know where it came
 Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip
 Don't know which direction I went
 It felt I went cross the continent
 Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down
 White coats all around, suprise, I'm alive in a hospital
 Done lost half of my soul, I feel out of control
 I'm slippin' away, I took my life for granted
 A few hours passed and I still feel stranded
 I awakein to see shit in front of me that I never seen before
 But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto fligt...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
 My homie took a bullet in the kidney
 HK in my hand, down on one knee
 On his side, Q-Ball don't die
 Mad as fuck and I don't understand why
 The little B.G.'s didn't bust no caps
 After a 5 minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap
 Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers
 And I got the only empty cocked back chamber
 Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit
 Just ain't right to take a life from an O.G
 Retaliation is all I can think
 Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D
 Damn, I got a gat and my homie don't look too good
 I hear the bird over the hood
 Now I got faith he'll make it
 Without a doubt and if not this next album's dedicated
 To my homie Q-Ball
 Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll
 So-called homies, I don't the meanin' when I'm hittin' ya down
 But when I'm gone ya wanna see me
 Ain't no love in this Garden Blocc life
 And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest
 And have you next on the ghetto fligt