When They Gone(Explicit) - Master p

When They Gone (Remix) - Master p
It's 1995 a lot of brothers done died
A lot of sisters them mothers them fathers
And aunties and grandmas left to cry
Now he nothing but a memory used to be a friend to me
Said he'd never die but now he's six feet deep with a tombstone
Oh my god my brothers gone
And I don't even f**king 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 ***
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 f**king episode
Then the window opened then they put him in the final frontier
You know what happened in the end
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone that's when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone that's when we realize
Front back side to side
But who would be the next victim to roll in that black ride
Front back side to side
It might be you to be
The next victim to take a ride in the black ride
Just another homicide for the west county times
Fools getting took out the game at the f**king drop of a dime
The game's gettin' deep I toss in my sleep
But would a young n**ga live to see 23
Killing don't phase me 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 working the ghetto like jack stark could work some beans
Living off a high gold ones on this ride
B**ches on the side but only living to retire
Ain't that a shame took him out the game
Same fool we used to roll with yelled out his name
Popped him in his chest didn't wear his vest
Same day his kid took his first step he took his last breath
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone that's when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone that's when we realize
Front back side to side
But who would be the next victim to roll in that black ride
Front back side to side
It might be you to be
The next victim to take a ride in the black ride
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 knee
Same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve
Hopin' that this a nightmare one pop and he's outta there
God rest his soul left his kid in a wheelchair
Stabbed for his life his daddy took the ghetto flight
And at the funeral mama say boy you know it's gonna be alright
But now he's gone ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne
Lost at the game of life ain't no time to think twice
The same fool he trusted and now sleeps with his wife
Tagged his toe slapped him in the ziplock
Another n**ga flip flop popped while slanging that crack rock
Now he's gone amazing grace his last song
Six ballers carried out the church to take his a** home
4 limos 3 cutlass 2 el doggs a cop and the hearse
Everybody had their lights on
When the straps pops to lower him down in the grave
See it was sad the way his f**king family misbehave
His family crying but everybody gots to die
But you won't feel what they feel until somebody in your family dies
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone that's when we realize
I wish I could seen him before he died
Talk to him but when they gone that's when we realize
Front back side to side
But who would be the next victim to roll in that black ride
Front back side to side
It might be you to be
The next victim to take a ride in the black ride
Front back side to side
It might be you to be
The next victim to take a ride in the black ride
Y'all know all this motherf**king black on black crime got to cease
This goes out to all my motherf**king dead soilders out there
My little brother kevin miller
Vanguard bernell jackson my homie dee willis
Dana parks pimp daddy plan bee gangsta irvin
Yall know all this motherf**king gang banging got to stop
Rivertown getting hotter than a motherf**ker
All my homies out here in richmond ya know what I'm saying
All my n**gas out there in the manor easter hills
N**gas in parchester p7
All my motherf**king dead soldiers yall gonna be missed
And all my motherf**king homies down here in new orleans
Calliope projects motherf**king murder rate
Down here higher than a motherf**ker
Yall gone learn to when we all motherf**king gone
Let me say goodbye to all my n**gas in
Texas washington la
My n**gas out there in kansas city
Cinnitatti detroit alabama oklahoma
And to all you other motherf**king n**gas
That don't understand what this sh*t is about
We just gonna reminse smoke a fat a** spliff
Let this motherf**king beat roll cause all the real n**gas is missed
Ya know what I'm saying
I wish I could seen they before they died
Talk to 'em but now they gone but gotta we realize