Here today, gone tomorrow/Life is borrowed, all your tears and sorrows won’t bring it 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/Our assets is fallin, died and left the love/Gotta buy false bud, reprecussions of a bloody glove/They’d rather see me in a cell, then see me make my mail/And when history he tell, it’s designed to make you fail/Man might make some money, loc, but money don’t make no man, and if you ain’t got no pen ya got no money in your hand/We sell dope, dive and steal, anything to pay the bills/Game exposed you, wasn’t sure, cause you forgot to keep it real!/Got game back, backwards in the back/Spirituality is what you lack, now you can feel his presence, cuz you didn’t count your blessings/Now we gone, and you all alone/Told your mama that you was grown, took one to the neck and three to the chest, but frontin like you Al Capone!
Coolio
And now you gone/But would your homies die for you?/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/And they don’t wanna die, right/Don’t nobody wanna die, but somebody gotta die tonight/(Die ...)
Krayzie Bone
In my black kakhis and my black boots, nigga, we suited, troopin’ thru the mud/We haul the coffin in this box, we have another one of our thugs who done bit the dust, caught up in a terrible tradgedy/With every nigga that fall, the lesson is taught that this is reality mixed with insanity/Families torn apart by bullets rippin thru they little ones hearts/We steady askin, where is God?/Don’t you try to blame this on the Lord!/Final prays has been said, just to confirm that my nigga is dead/Before they begin to start takin’ him under, I looked at his heart broken mother, and I gotta wonder, when will it be me?/Everyone gatherin, comin’ to see the remains and frame that I used to be, this is no more R.I.P/You never know when it’s comin to get ya, but wearin a vest ain’t gon’ really protect ya, cuz when the Lord feel like it’s time to collect ya, ain’t no time for packin’, boy, you gotta go! We got no control for thugs on the streets, ain’t no hope, any minute we’ll go up in smoke, and it’s over/We livin’ to die cuz we soldiers, and we are the casualties of war/We are the casualties of war/We are the casualties of war
-Chorus-
Coolio
I seen em comin from a mile away/I couldn’t stay, I had to make my getaway/Gotta live to fight another day/That’s how it go in the game we play, everybody on the court got a price to pay/Better pay attention to what I say, you goin’ to hell if you don’t pray!/These streets is hard, walkin down the bullevard is like walkin thru a prison yard, you never know when the shit gon’ start/The pressure’s on, you’re runnin, boy, in the fog, and your ankles got to be strong to run these fools off the court/Aww damn, you in a jam, but you can’t call your crew, cuz 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, but what they want is what they see!/Oh, you better run and scream, seperate the boys from the men, cuz your closest enemies just might be your deadliest friend