Master P

Master P - When They Gone lyrics

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[Verse 1]



It's 1995, a lot of brothers done died

Alot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers

and aunties, and grandmamas left to cry

Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me

said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone

oh my god my brothers gone 

and I don't even fucking think I can go on

Cause it hurts to lose someone you love 

to this madness of children's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs

Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest

A team rolled up and put him to his final death

hands got cold, god rest his soul

He walked out his body to another fucking episode

the window open , they put him in the final front 

and you know what happens in the end



[Chorus]

I wish I could seen him before he died

talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

I wish I could seen him before he died

talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

Front, back, side to side

but who would be the next nigga 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



[Verse 2]



Just another homicide, for that west county times 

fools gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep

I toss in my sleep, but will a young nigga live to see 23?

Killing dont phase me, fools think I'm crazy 

Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's

Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call

used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball

Only 15, already got a beef 

and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans

livin off a high, rollin on this ride

bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks time

Aint that a shame, took him out the game

same fool he used to roll with yelled out his name

Popped him in the chest, couldn't where his vest

the day his kid took his first step, his took his last breath.



[Chorus]

I wish I could seen him before he died

talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

I wish I could seen him before he died

talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

Front, back, side to side

but who gonna be the next nigga 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.

 

[Verse 3]



Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yellow tape

the ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day

Aint no time to cry, no time to shed no tears

you know the way he died the same way he lived.

The fool was a killer found him dead on his knees

same room he left his wife and kid left to grieve

Hoping 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 ghetto flight

left the funeral and mama said boy you know it's gonna be alright

but now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home

another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne

folks that's the game of life, aint no time to think twice

the same fool he trusted with now sleeps with his wife

Khakis on, snapped him in that whiplock

another nigga flip locked, got popped for slangin that crack rock.

but now he's gone, Amazing Grace was his last song

six ballers carried out the church to take his ass home.

4 members, 3 cousin, 2 El dogs, a cop, and a hearse 

everybody had they lights on , when that starp box lowered down into his grave

see it was sad they was his fucking family misbehaved

his family cried, "but everybody got's to die."

but you won't feel what they feel into someone in your family dies.



[Chorus]

I wish I could seen him before he died

talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

I wish I could seen him before he died

talk to him but when they gone thats when we realize

Front, back, side to side

but who gonna be the next nigga 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.



[Master P talking]

Yall know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease

This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there

my little brother Kevin Miller

Vanguard, Bernell Jackson, My homie Dee Willis

Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Plan B., Gangsta Irvin, 

Yall know all this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop.

Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker

All my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin? 

all my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hill,

niggas in Corkshelf, P7,

all my motherfucking dead soldiers yall gonna be missed.

and all my motherfucking homies down here in New Orlensas,

Calliope Projects, motherfucking murder rate 

down here higher than a motherfucker

Yall gone learn to when we all motherfucking gone

Let me say goodbye to all my niggas in 

Texas, Washington, LA, 

My niggas out there in Kansas City, 

Cinnitatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma, 

and to all you other motherfucking niggas 

that don't understand what this shit is about

we just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spliff

let this motherfucking beat roll, cause all the real niggas is missed

ya know what I'm sayin?

I wish I could seen they before they died

talk to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we realize
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