Laying 6 feet deep in the ground Will my homeboys still ride? Will my kids still have pride In their dad whose no longer be around I'm asking whats gonna happen When i'm dead and i'm gone In a coffin with the dirt on my face Will this world give a shit That my accessions ever get to place
Whats gonna happen when i'm dead? With my homies nut up & start riding Go & light up the fucking houses Cause that's what i would do for them Straight riding on these busters And whoever that i roll with If these fools wanna trip I load the clip & leave 'em frozen Cause we live the fast life And shit could pop at anytime That's why i roll with a smith & wesson And naw i ain't hard to find And if they really wanted to get me I don't think that they'd try But expect a clip to empty Cause homie i ain't no bitch And i'm never go out simply You fucking with a lunatic
Laying 6 feet deep in the ground Will my homeboys still ride? Will my kids still have pride In their dad whose no longer be around I'm asking whats gonna happen When i'm dead and i'm gone In a coffin with the dirt on my face Will this world give a shit That my accessions ever get to place
Whats gonna happen when the shit pops Please make my coffin blue & grey And bury me with fat sack And please save your tears When you look up in the sky Or everytime you light up Cause that's what i love to do And take the tension off your mind Cause see you gotta understand That everybody got to die Can't argue with your maker Everybody's got their time I think this world is ending soon This why i wrote this fucking rhyme I know the enemies packing That's why i'm packing mine So would you ride for me? Like i would ride for you
Laying 6 feet deep in the ground Will my homeboys still ride? Will my kids still have pride In their dad whose no longer be around I'm asking whats gonna happen When i'm dead and i'm gone In a coffin with the dirt on my face Will this world give a shit That my accessions ever get to place
Damn, just another victim slain Only 21 years old taking out the game And mr. Criminal is his name That fool had so much potential But instead he got taken so quick That fool always represented And man he put it down for the brown I hear that fool shit bumpin But everybody's got to die Real soon could be your time Mark my word where in the time When you're in front of your makers eyes?
Laying 6 feet deep in the ground Will my homeboys still ride? Will my kids still have pride In their dad whose no longer be around I'm asking whats gonna happen When i'm dead and i'm gone In a coffin with the dirt on my face Will this world give a shit That my accessions ever get to place