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| Master P 99 Ways To Die When They Gone (Radio) Thanks to jimmy99ways2die@hotmail.com for these lyrics. It's 1995, alot of brothers done died Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone And I don't even even think I can go on Cause it hurts To lose someone you love to this madness And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another another episode Then the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end Chorus: I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side-to-side But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side-to-side It might be you The next victim to ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young young live to see 2-3 Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball Only fifteen, already got fiends And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath Chorus Who's under the white sheet Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died, the same way he lived Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home 4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had they lights on And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved His family cryin', but everybody gots to die But you won't feel what they feel 'Till somebody in your family dies Chorus |
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