Lyrics
another killin was reported on the evenin news
i wish he was at home
Another homie got smoked but it s no surprise, another killin was reported on the evenin news
everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
and then the choir broke into its final song
Everyone was headed for the final flight, a sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
but everyone knows that every day s a different number
The person standin next to me has snapped a flick, we used to kick it on the ave at night
We be thinkin, as they approach to see the body before the casket close Geto, june twenty-eight was the date
everybody s trippin cause they can t accept my homie s death
So when i m rollin i pack my pistol grip beside my knee, had to have it
you might be gone but you damn sure ain t forgotten
Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top, had to have it
And believe me it hurts, everyone was headed for the final flight
But everyone knows that every day s a different number, remember whenever or wherever
so they had to dance
Couldn t tell him nothin, as we creeped along the gravel on the burial site
Everybody s trippin cause the boy was too young to die, everyone was headed for the final flight Feet, couldn t tell him nothin
It s gon be strange spendin new year s eve without your homie, a lotta mothers cry
And then the choir broke into its final song, to make sure we all remember you, real partners come together
Except pour brew throughout the crew, had to have it, everything has changed and people are lookin lonely
in the midst of all this shit i think about myself
Goin to pay their last respects to the black troop, as they approach to see the body before the casket close Boys, we be thinkin
but ain t much that we can do
to see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt dirt
Of how we hung in the clubs smokin and drinkin, when everybody around me keeps fallin six feet deep
Everyone was headed for the final flight, another killin was reported on the evenin news
Everybody s trippin cause they can t accept my homie s death, never missin out on a hood fight
And that s deep, comin up tryin to have the finer things in life Geto, i watch tears fall down from their eyes
Except pour brew throughout the crew, comin up tryin to have the finer things in life Boys, had to have it
You might be gone but you damn sure ain t forgotten, wonderin when somebody s gonna try to take me off the shelf Six, of how we hung in the clubs smokin and drinkin
Mommy dear s cryin at the wake, we be thinkin
Except pour brew throughout the crew, and everybody s dressed up in black suits
Somebody s brother got killed behind a pair a shoes, to make sure we all remember you, and you know that
Except pour brew throughout the crew, everybody s trippin cause they can t accept my homie s death
But i refuse to be another violent casualty, we used to kick it on the ave at night
so when your time comes
