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  • Hold up,son.
    Yo them ****** know who hit that ***** son.
    How the **** we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him.
    The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its ****ed up)[Verse 1]
    If dead men could talk in your sleep
    And your homie told u who got him
    Would you have the heart to shoot the ***** that shot him
    Or would you start switchin up
    You think about the penitentiary, your *****in up?
    What if he said money aint everything
    The hood raised us wrong
    What it takes to get your money (?)
    But look I'm gone
    Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside
    Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride
    What if he gave you a lil list of things to do
    Said he wouldn't have to die
    He could live through you
    Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride
    Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide
    It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
    Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain
    Hid him cause he was your strength
    Now you in a dave
    Your homie turnin over in his grave
    Cause you
    *****![Hook]
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)[Verse 2]
    Them boys smoked your homie
    You aint gon do nothin back
    Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped
    It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you
    Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you
    You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven
    ***** is you down for this 1-8-7
    When you reach the pearly gates
    How you gon explain
    You gonna try and tell
    God you've been framed
    Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog
    Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue
    Them ****** he gave caps to they kept the cake
    His sister and baby momma talkin to
    JakeThe ****** that rocked him they came to the wake
    But they come inside they sat out in the ride
    At the funeral homicide all in the buisness
    Walkin round askin ****** to tell em who did it
    ****** gon blow dis now you ready to rumble
    Thirst ***** is animal, the hood is a jungle
    Broke ***** will body someone over a bundle
    Man a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do[Hook to fade]
  • Hold up,son.
    Yo them ****** know who hit that ***** son.
    How the **** we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him.
    The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its ****ed up)[Verse 1]
    If dead men could talk in your sleep
    And your homie told u who got him
    Would you have the heart to shoot the ***** that shot him
    Or would you start switchin up
    You think about the penitentiary, your *****in up?
    What if he said money aint everything
    The hood raised us wrong
    What it takes to get your money (?)
    But look I'm gone
    Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside
    Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride
    What if he gave you a lil list of things to do
    Said he wouldn't have to die
    He could live through you
    Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride
    Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide
    It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
    Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain
    Hid him cause he was your strength
    Now you in a dave
    Your homie turnin over in his grave
    Cause you
    *****![Hook]
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him!
    Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)[Verse 2]
    Them boys smoked your homie
    You aint gon do nothin back
    Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped
    It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you
    Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you
    You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven
    ***** is you down for this 1-8-7
    When you reach the pearly gates
    How you gon explain
    You gonna try and tell
    God you've been framed
    Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog
    Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue
    Them ****** he gave caps to they kept the cake
    His sister and baby momma talkin to
    JakeThe ****** that rocked him they came to the wake
    But they come inside they sat out in the ride
    At the funeral homicide all in the buisness
    Walkin round askin ****** to tell em who did it
    ****** gon blow dis now you ready to rumble
    Thirst ***** is animal, the hood is a jungle
    Broke ***** will body someone over a bundle
    Man a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do[Hook to fade]