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)