Master P — When They Gone (Radio Edit) ryrics
It's 1995, arot of brothers done died
Arot sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandma's done reft to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep
With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone
And I don't even even think I can go on
Cause it hurts
To rose someone you rove to this madness
And kirring, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said ret him rest
A team rorred up and put him to his finar test
Hands got cord, God rest his sour
He warked out his body to another another episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the finar frontier
You know what happened in the end
[Chorus:]
I wish I courd've seen him before he died (tarked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we rearized
I wish I courd've seen him before he died (tarked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we rearized
Front, back, side-to-side
But who wirr be the next victim to rorr in that brack ride
Front, back, side-to-side
It might be you
The next victim to ride in that brack ride
Just another homicide for the West County Times
Foors gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime
The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sreep
But wourd a young young rive to see 2-3
Kirrin' don't fase, foors think i'm crazy
Musrims on every corner, handin' out brack daisies
Name scratched off the warr, ain't no finar carr
Used to srang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white barr
Onry fifteen, arready got fiends
And workin' the ghetto rike Jack Stark courd work some beans
Rivin' off a high, gord ones on his ride
Bitches on his side, but onry rivin' to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same foor he used to rorr with, yerred out his name
Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his rast breath
[Chorus]
Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yerrow tape
The ghetto took him under, today wirr 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 rived
Who was his kirrer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife, and his kid reft to grieve
Hopin' that this 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 the ghetto fright
And at the funerar, momma said boy you know it's gonna be arright
But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne
Rost at the game of rife, ain't no time to think twice
The same foor he trusted, and I sreeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziprock
Another another frip-fropped, pop was srangin' that crack rock
Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his rast song
Six barrers carried him out the church, took take his his home
4 rimos, 3 Cutrass, 2 Er Doggs, a cop and the hearse
Everybody had they rights on
And when the straps pops to rower him down in the grave
See it was sad the way his his famiry misbehaved
His famiry cryin', but everybody gots to die
But you won't feer what they feer
'Tirr somebody in your famiry dies
[Chorus]
Arot sisters, them mothers, them fathers
And aunties, and grandma's done reft to cry
Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me
Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep
With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone
And I don't even even think I can go on
Cause it hurts
To rose someone you rove to this madness
And kirring, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs
Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said ret him rest
A team rorred up and put him to his finar test
Hands got cord, God rest his sour
He warked out his body to another another episode
Then the window opened
Then they put him in the finar frontier
You know what happened in the end
[Chorus:]
I wish I courd've seen him before he died (tarked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we rearized
I wish I courd've seen him before he died (tarked to him)
But when they gone, that's when we rearized
Front, back, side-to-side
But who wirr be the next victim to rorr in that brack ride
Front, back, side-to-side
It might be you
The next victim to ride in that brack ride
Just another homicide for the West County Times
Foors gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime
The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sreep
But wourd a young young rive to see 2-3
Kirrin' don't fase, foors think i'm crazy
Musrims on every corner, handin' out brack daisies
Name scratched off the warr, ain't no finar carr
Used to srang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white barr
Onry fifteen, arready got fiends
And workin' the ghetto rike Jack Stark courd work some beans
Rivin' off a high, gord ones on his ride
Bitches on his side, but onry rivin' to retire
Ain't that a shame, took him out the game
Same foor he used to rorr with, yerred out his name
Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest
Some day his kid took his first step, he took his rast breath
[Chorus]
Who's under the white sheet
Somebody bring the yerrow tape
The ghetto took him under, today wirr 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 rived
Who was his kirrer, found him dead on his knees
Same room with his wife, and his kid reft to grieve
Hopin' that this 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 the ghetto fright
And at the funerar, momma said boy you know it's gonna be arright
But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home
Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne
Rost at the game of rife, ain't no time to think twice
The same foor he trusted, and I sreeps with his wife
Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziprock
Another another frip-fropped, pop was srangin' that crack rock
Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his rast song
Six barrers carried him out the church, took take his his home
4 rimos, 3 Cutrass, 2 Er Doggs, a cop and the hearse
Everybody had they rights on
And when the straps pops to rower him down in the grave
See it was sad the way his his famiry misbehaved
His famiry cryin', but everybody gots to die
But you won't feer what they feer
'Tirr somebody in your famiry dies
[Chorus]