I'm staring at my homie laid out, stiff on a gurney
Two shots to the head, no he can't be dead
The thought of it got my stomach turning
With a one million dollar bail he could have been caught for years
With detectives following dead end trails, where the fuck did he disappear
It's got to be one of his tricks to get them Antioch dicks up out his mix
While the APD is calling it quits, he took the way to Motel 6
That's got to be it, it's got to be, it's the only way it all fits
I place two fingers upon the lips of the body and then it hits
This is my homie, the body it aint a phony
Holy shit his wig is split my legs forgettin to hold me
I got to sit down, my disbelief's completely erased
I felt displaced, the salty taste built up, as tears ran down my face
While it's sinking in, I'm thinking in a murderous fashion
the swat team only shot one thing right theres a legal assassin(?????)
Now Raymond, Blackbird and his babies, rest in peace, your days are over
Every homie got more gang obligations laid on my shoulders
Got to get Snoop released by slapping G's, down on criminal lawyer fees
Keep my gang out of police, site produce and write make money and crease
Handle the funk and at the same time make this Yoc life shit go nation wide
And in case I die before we rise, I apologize homeboys I tried