Tha Early Yearz
im lozt in a maze, dazed, oblivious to my environment/
i walk, feelin stalked, wishin i would juzt drop into tha mynd state im dyin-in/
i look for shelter, guidance, never thought i would fynd-it/
till i found my boy, Kreace Loc smokin hoez, no foez iz TRYIN-SHYT/
we chilled for yearz, thru blood N tearz, lyke Doja Clik we were Hard-On-Tha-Grind/
therez no rewind, cant go back in tyme, lookz lyke im left scarred-in-tha-mynd/
Sunday afternoonz we chill gettin twizted beyond-belief/
droppin~slugz, poppin~mugz, you're tha biggezt G-on-tha-streetz/
i feel cursed az i lurk, bout to dispurse to make bodiez jerk/
lungz burzt and im laughin, who'da thought my boy would be tha next to roll in a hearse?/
**************
(Phone ring)
"Wutz up."
"Fatal, Kreace haz been shot. Come quick!"
"I'll be ryght there."
**************
Tha Rush
i cant believe thiz shyt, we were playin football an hour-ago/
breakin tacklez and shyt, you seemed so powerful/
i never woulda thought you'd drop in an instant/
thru lyfe'z mishapz, im still adjuztin to tha pain itz inflicted/
im rushin, tryna get to that fuckin hospital/
i enter tha room and cant believe my opticalz/
death didnt seem optional, it looked inevitable/
homeboy hold strong, i know you're not ready-to-go/
i hope and pray that you make it thru thiz whole ordeal/
so i leave you for tha nyght, not knowin i shoulda stayed wit ya still/
**************
(Phone ring)
"Wutz up."
(sniff sniff) "Fatal, Kreace haz passed away."
"Wut?"
**************
Tha End
i know thiz aint true, therez no way it can-be/
we still got partiez to attend....drinkin, fishin, camping/
dog im sittin here, waitin for your resurrection/
but i realize it cant happen, you're gone lyke a treated infection/
you lozt your lyfe to weaponz, but i know you aint even trippin/
im still carryin my 45 to penetrate tha flesh, let skin start rippin/
dont worry bout thoze putoz who took you out, they gonna get devoured/
we got tha whole set, ready to break neckz, we bout to check them cowardz/
not complete homeboy, but itz juzt tha way you lyke it....straight off tha dome. Rezt In Peace loco, see you when i get there.
im lozt in a maze, dazed, oblivious to my environment/
i walk, feelin stalked, wishin i would juzt drop into tha mynd state im dyin-in/
i look for shelter, guidance, never thought i would fynd-it/
till i found my boy, Kreace Loc smokin hoez, no foez iz TRYIN-SHYT/
we chilled for yearz, thru blood N tearz, lyke Doja Clik we were Hard-On-Tha-Grind/
therez no rewind, cant go back in tyme, lookz lyke im left scarred-in-tha-mynd/
Sunday afternoonz we chill gettin twizted beyond-belief/
droppin~slugz, poppin~mugz, you're tha biggezt G-on-tha-streetz/
i feel cursed az i lurk, bout to dispurse to make bodiez jerk/
lungz burzt and im laughin, who'da thought my boy would be tha next to roll in a hearse?/
**************
(Phone ring)
"Wutz up."
"Fatal, Kreace haz been shot. Come quick!"
"I'll be ryght there."
**************
Tha Rush
i cant believe thiz shyt, we were playin football an hour-ago/
breakin tacklez and shyt, you seemed so powerful/
i never woulda thought you'd drop in an instant/
thru lyfe'z mishapz, im still adjuztin to tha pain itz inflicted/
im rushin, tryna get to that fuckin hospital/
i enter tha room and cant believe my opticalz/
death didnt seem optional, it looked inevitable/
homeboy hold strong, i know you're not ready-to-go/
i hope and pray that you make it thru thiz whole ordeal/
so i leave you for tha nyght, not knowin i shoulda stayed wit ya still/
**************
(Phone ring)
"Wutz up."
(sniff sniff) "Fatal, Kreace haz passed away."
"Wut?"
**************
Tha End
i know thiz aint true, therez no way it can-be/
we still got partiez to attend....drinkin, fishin, camping/
dog im sittin here, waitin for your resurrection/
but i realize it cant happen, you're gone lyke a treated infection/
you lozt your lyfe to weaponz, but i know you aint even trippin/
im still carryin my 45 to penetrate tha flesh, let skin start rippin/
dont worry bout thoze putoz who took you out, they gonna get devoured/
we got tha whole set, ready to break neckz, we bout to check them cowardz/
not complete homeboy, but itz juzt tha way you lyke it....straight off tha dome. Rezt In Peace loco, see you when i get there.