Here today, gone tomorrow, life is borrowed/ All your tears won't sorrow bring him back and that's a fact/ When you react, make sure you put some thought into it/ The game was changed when that bullshit was brought into it/ All the set's' (?) the love/ Got a fly for some bud, repercussions up above/ They'd rather see me in the cell than see me make my meal/ And when his story he tell, it's designed to make him fail/ I'm a make some money loc, but money don't make no man in ya/ You ain't got no plan, you got no money in your hand/ We sell dope, dime, and steal/ Anything to pay them bills/ Game exposed, you wasn't chose cauze you forgot to keep it real/ I came back, you was in the back, spirituality is what you lack/ No you can feel his pressence cauze you didn't count your blessings/ Now we gone and you all alone, told your momma that you was grown/ Took one to the neck and three to the chest for frontin' like you Al Capone/ Now you gone, but would your homies die for you? (But would your homies cry for you, fool!) Fool
-Chorus-Coolio-
I don't wanna die, right/ He don't wanna die, right/ Don't nobody wanna die but somebody gotta die tonight/ She don't wanna die, right/ They don't wanna die, right/ Don't nobody wanna die but somebody gotta die tonight
Krayzie Bone
In my black khakis and my black boots, nigga, we suited troopin' through the mud/ We haul a coffin, in this box we have another one of Mo' Thugs/ Who would think the thugs get caught up in a terrible tragedy/ With every nigga that fall, a lesson is taught that this is reality mixed with insanity/ Families torn apart, a bullet hit through his liver and his heart/ We steady askin' "Where is God?" Don't you try to blame this on The Lord/ Final prayers has been said/ Just couldn't thought my nigga was dead/ Before they begin I start takin' em on up/ I look at his heart broken mother and I gotta wonder "When will it be me?" Everyone gatherin' comin' to see the remains and frames, what I used to be/ Least he's known for R-I-P/ You'll never know when it's comin' to get you/ (?) and run for protection/ Cauze when The Lord feel like it's time to collect you, ain't no more time for packin' when you gotta go/ We got no control, but hustle the streets, ain't no hope/ Any minute we'll go up in smoke and it's over/ And we livin' to die cauze we soldiers/ And we are the casualities of war/ We are the casualties of war/ We are the casualties of war
-Chorus-Coolio-
Coolio
I seen 'em comin' from a mile away I couldn't stay, I had to make my getaway, got to live to fight another day/ That's how it go in the game we play, everybody in the war got a prive to pay/ Better pay attention to what I say, goin' to Hell if you don't pray/ These streets is hard, walkin' down a boulevard's like walkin' down a prison yard/ You never know when the shit gon' start/ The brass is on you runnin' point in the fall/ And you anger got to be short to run these fools off court/ Aw damn you in jail but you can't call your crew cauze the niggas that used to be your crew, now they after you, ooh/ Peep the scene, used to be about the team but your pockets got lean, niggas left the scene/ I guess it's all about the green and that wallet in your jeans/ Love can turn to hate when what they want is what they see so you better run, scream/ Seperate the boys from the men cauze your closest enemies just might be your deadliest friend
-Chorus-Coolio-
-Outro-Krayzie-
We are the casualities of war/ We are the casualties of war/ We are the casualties of war/ We are the casualities of war/ We are the casualties of war/ We are the casualties of war/ We are the casualities of war/ We are the casualties of war/ We are the casualties of war
Recorded for the Coolio album Dead Man Walking (1998) Formerly available from romeoantonio.com