Just Another Driveby

Me and the fellas on the block with the dank and drank Downing 40's, kicking back, and it just made us thank About the hard times, and about all the players that died And I just can't forget the look in my partner's mother's eyes As she held him as he passed on Because a brother was heartless, came through and got his blast on Bullets from a Chevy riddled my little partner 16 years old and he caught 5 hot ones Four to the body, one to his head But your tears can't bring him back, moms, your son is dead Nobody lays a brother like his mother But what do you expect when you raise a child in the gutter? And she swears he ain't never hurt nodoby But he's laying all floppy with 5 bullets in his body, damn And that ain't all good But chalk it up as just another driveby in my hood Just another driveby, another driveby Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x) Woke up early, stretching and yawning But there's a dark cloud over this Monday morning Another funeral, another dead player And a lotta fake busters, acting like they care But I feel it in my heart Cause when he died, he ripped the whole damn deuce apart Now everybody's all mixed up Before the love of money, we all gots to stand tough And he thought he had a down bitch but she wasn't Now that he's dead, she's sleeping with his cousin But off to the funeral I go My hearts hurting so cause I just can't let it go And his son is too young to understand That his dad is dead, no longer a living man But for little Bruce it's all good And it's just another driveby in my hood Just another driveby, another driveby Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x) Late night in the car in front of the house Smoking dank and talking what players talk about A close friend to me He was cool to everybody, wouldn't think he had an enemy A sad case of mistaken identity Causes me to say R.I.P. to plan B A.K.A. Jesse Hall To Angie, Pam, and Mona, I love you all R.I.P. to my nigga Art from the Groom I see you later, if not soon Because you know, a player never really knows When the angel of death come knocking at his door So swing low, chariot swing But life must end, like all good things To my son Lazarus, you probably would have been a killer Rest in peace, daddy loves you little nigga Toke and Pokey, little Ann, Take, and Earl Rest in Peace, we love y'all and fuck the world To my homie Fred Mo, we love you and it's all good Just another driveby in my hood Just another driveby, another driveby Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)