[featuring pizzo] 
[c bo] 
It's 1994  gang bangin' done played out 
But i still stay strapped cause i don't wanna get played out 
On the concrete with internal bleedin' 
Moms at my hand screamin': 'bo  don't leave me!' 
I'm stairin' in to the sky  thinkin' that i'm gonna die 
Here come the onetime  fuck the pigs  they are the last i wanna see 
Pen and pad  no love from the deputy 
Onetime's gettin' deeper 
And finally i hear the ambulance creep up 
I'm feelin' dehydrated 
They hook me up with some i.v. and a life flight 
Sayin' that i'm gonna make it 
Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind 
But the onetime got prints from my tec-9 
They busted first and i busted back in return 
Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms 
That's all i gotta say to porky 
Now get the fuck out my face 
Detective got mad but i can give a fuck less 
I got family and they won't let the shit rest on my side 
Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5 
Is my nigga teebo, big ikey hittin' like a viking 
Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see 
No matter what they do, you can lock me down 
But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt 
Cause there still be smokin'... 
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a mac-11... 
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a mac-11... 
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a mac-11... 
[pizzo] 
As i've seen deep in my thoughts 
Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood i done lost 
It seems like i'm stucked with no luck all of a sudden 
So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the p-i double z-o man 
I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain 
I had in my side and my brain 
Never think that i could end up on my back, player 
I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers 
Fuck! i feel a burnin' sensation and i'm waitin' 
For the pain to go away but i know it's gonna stay 
So i guess i'm fucked in the game 
Then appeared a bird in the sky, don't know where it came 
Snatched the p-i double z-o quick, took me on the trip 
Don't know which direction, i'm waitin' 
Felt like i went cross the continent 
Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down 
White coats all around, suprise, i'm alive in a hospital 
Done lost half of my soul, i feel i left control 
I'm slippin' away, i took my life for granted 
A few hours passed and i still feel stranded 
I'm awakin' to see shit in front of me that i never seen before 
But i feel alright, then i tripped that i just took the ghetto 
Fligt... 
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a mac-11... 
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a mac-11... 
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a mac-11... 
[c-bo] 
My homie took a bullet in the kidney 
Hk in my hand, down on one knee 
On his side, q-ball don't die 
Mad as fuck and i don't understand why 
The little b.g.'s didn't bust no caps 
After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap 
Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers 
And i got the only empty cocked back chamber 
Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit 
Just ain't right to take a life from an o.g. 
Retalion is all i can think 
Negative and incorrect, here comes the p.d. 
Damn, i got a gat and my homie don't look too good 
I hear the bird over the hood 
Now i got faith he'll make it 
Without a doubt the next album's dedicated 
To my homie q-ball 
Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll 
So-called homies, i don't the meanin' when i'm hittin' ya down 
But when i'm gone ya wanna see me 
Ain't no love in this garden blocc life 
And i won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest 
And have you next on the ghetto fligt...