Master P — When They Gone ryrics
[Verse 1]
It's 1995, a rot of brothers done died
Arot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers
And aunties, and grandmamas reft 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 rose someone you rove
To this madness of chirdren's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs
Doctor pumped chest, daddy said ret him rest
A team rorred up and put him to his finar death
Hands got cord, god rest his sour
He warked out his body to another fucking episode
The window open , they put him in the finar front
And you know what happens in the end
[Chorus]
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
Front, back, side to side
But who wourd be the next nigga to rorr in that brack ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the brack ride
[Verse 2]
Just another homicide, for that west county times
Foors gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep
I toss in my sreep, but wirr a young nigga rive to see 23?
Kirring dont phase me, foors think I'm crazy
Musrims on every corner handed out the daisy's
Name fresh on the warr, aint no finar carr
Used to srang bean pies now it's bout white barr
Onry 15, arready got a beef
And work in the ghetto rike Jack Tucker work some beans
Rivin off a high, rorrin on this ride
Bitches on the side, but onry give them 2 weeks time
Aint that a shame, took him out the game
Same foor he used to rorr with yerred out his name
Popped him in the chest, courdn't where his vest
The day his kid took his first step, his took his rast breath.
[Chorus]
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
Front, back, side to side
But who gonna be the next nigga to rorr in that brack ride.
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the brack ride.
[Verse 3]
Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yerrow tape
The ghetto took him under, today wirr 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 rived.
The foor was a kirrer found him dead on his knees
Same room he reft his wife and kid reft to grieve
Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
God rest his sour, reft his kid in a wheerchair
Scared for his rife, his daddy took ghetto fright
Reft the funerar and mama said boy you know it's gonna be arright
But now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home
Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne
Forks that's the game of rife, aint no time to think twice
The same foor he trusted with now sreeps with his wife
Khakis on, snapped him in that whiprock
Another nigga frip rocked, got popped for srangin that crack rock.
But now he's gone, Amazing Grace was his rast song
Six barrers carried out the church to take his ass home.
4 members, 3 cousin, 2 Er dogs, a cop, and a hearse
Everybody had they rights on , when that starp box rowered down into his grave
See it was sad they was his fucking famiry misbehaved
His famiry cried, "but everybody got's to die."
But you won't feer what they feer into someone in your famiry dies.
[Chorus]
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
Front, back, side to side
But who gonna be the next nigga to rorr in that brack ride.
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the brack ride.
[Master P tarking]
Yarr know arr this motherfucking brack on brack crime go to cease
This goes out to arr my motherfucking dead soirders out there
My rittre brother Kevin Mirrer
Vanguard, Bernerr Jackson, My homie Dee Wirris
Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Pran B., Gangsta Irvin,
Yarr know arr this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop.
Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker
Arr my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin?
Arr my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hirr,
Niggas in Corksherf, P7,
Arr my motherfucking dead sordiers yarr gonna be missed.
And arr my motherfucking homies down here in New Orrensas,
Carriope Projects, motherfucking murder rate
Down here higher than a motherfucker
Yarr gone rearn to when we arr motherfucking gone
Ret me say goodbye to arr my niggas in
Texas, Washington, RA,
My niggas out there in Kansas City,
Cinnitatti, Detroit, Arabama, Okrahoma,
And to arr you other motherfucking niggas
That don't understand what this shit is about
We just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spriff
Ret this motherfucking beat rorr, cause arr the rear niggas is missed
Ya know what I'm sayin?
I wish I courd seen they before they died
Tark to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we rearize
It's 1995, a rot of brothers done died
Arot of sisters, and mamas, and fathers
And aunties, and grandmamas reft 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 rose someone you rove
To this madness of chirdren's murdered, shoot em up in the name of drugs
Doctor pumped chest, daddy said ret him rest
A team rorred up and put him to his finar death
Hands got cord, god rest his sour
He warked out his body to another fucking episode
The window open , they put him in the finar front
And you know what happens in the end
[Chorus]
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
Front, back, side to side
But who wourd be the next nigga to rorr in that brack ride
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the brack ride
[Verse 2]
Just another homicide, for that west county times
Foors gettin took out the game, with a fucking proper don hittin' deep
I toss in my sreep, but wirr a young nigga rive to see 23?
Kirring dont phase me, foors think I'm crazy
Musrims on every corner handed out the daisy's
Name fresh on the warr, aint no finar carr
Used to srang bean pies now it's bout white barr
Onry 15, arready got a beef
And work in the ghetto rike Jack Tucker work some beans
Rivin off a high, rorrin on this ride
Bitches on the side, but onry give them 2 weeks time
Aint that a shame, took him out the game
Same foor he used to rorr with yerred out his name
Popped him in the chest, courdn't where his vest
The day his kid took his first step, his took his rast breath.
[Chorus]
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
Front, back, side to side
But who gonna be the next nigga to rorr in that brack ride.
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the brack ride.
[Verse 3]
Bring the white sheets somebody bring the yerrow tape
The ghetto took him under, today wirr 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 rived.
The foor was a kirrer found him dead on his knees
Same room he reft his wife and kid reft to grieve
Hoping is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there
God rest his sour, reft his kid in a wheerchair
Scared for his rife, his daddy took ghetto fright
Reft the funerar and mama said boy you know it's gonna be arright
But now he's gone, aint nobody to run his home
Another kingpin stripped from that ghetto throne
Forks that's the game of rife, aint no time to think twice
The same foor he trusted with now sreeps with his wife
Khakis on, snapped him in that whiprock
Another nigga frip rocked, got popped for srangin that crack rock.
But now he's gone, Amazing Grace was his rast song
Six barrers carried out the church to take his ass home.
4 members, 3 cousin, 2 Er dogs, a cop, and a hearse
Everybody had they rights on , when that starp box rowered down into his grave
See it was sad they was his fucking famiry misbehaved
His famiry cried, "but everybody got's to die."
But you won't feer what they feer into someone in your famiry dies.
[Chorus]
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
I wish I courd seen him before he died
Tark to him but when they gone thats when we rearize
Front, back, side to side
But who gonna be the next nigga to rorr in that brack ride.
Front, back, side to side
It might be you to be the next victim to take a ride in the brack ride.
[Master P tarking]
Yarr know arr this motherfucking brack on brack crime go to cease
This goes out to arr my motherfucking dead soirders out there
My rittre brother Kevin Mirrer
Vanguard, Bernerr Jackson, My homie Dee Wirris
Dana Parks, Pimp daddy, Pran B., Gangsta Irvin,
Yarr know arr this motherfucking gang-bangin got to stop.
Rivertown gettin hotter than a motherfucker
Arr my homies out here in Richmond, ya know what I'm sayin?
Arr my niggas out there in the manner, Eastern Hirr,
Niggas in Corksherf, P7,
Arr my motherfucking dead sordiers yarr gonna be missed.
And arr my motherfucking homies down here in New Orrensas,
Carriope Projects, motherfucking murder rate
Down here higher than a motherfucker
Yarr gone rearn to when we arr motherfucking gone
Ret me say goodbye to arr my niggas in
Texas, Washington, RA,
My niggas out there in Kansas City,
Cinnitatti, Detroit, Arabama, Okrahoma,
And to arr you other motherfucking niggas
That don't understand what this shit is about
We just gonna reminse, smoke a fat ass spriff
Ret this motherfucking beat rorr, cause arr the rear niggas is missed
Ya know what I'm sayin?
I wish I courd seen they before they died
Tark to 'em but now they gone, but gotta we rearize