Yeah, yeah, the Kool, turn me up, yeah      He came back in the same suit that he was buried in   Similar to the one his grandfather was married in   Yes, he was still fresh to death   Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest      He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it   And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it   Smelled the Hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded   And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it      But he couldn't sip it fast enough   So the liquor was just fillin' the casket up   Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister   Second grade handwritin' simply read 'I miss ya'      Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture   Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher   He had a notion as he laid there soakin'   He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he      This life goes passin' you by   It might go fast if you like   You born, you lived and you die   If life goes passin' you by, don't cry   If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves   Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool      Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface   Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with   He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it   And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it      Workin' like a reverse Archaeologist   Except, his buried treasure was sunshine   So when some shine through a hole that he had drove   It reflected off the gold and almost made some blind      He grabbed onto some grass and climbed   Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time   On the watch that had stopped 6 months after the shots   That'd got him in the box, wringin' Henny out his socks      Figured it was hours because he wasn't older   Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder   So with a right hand that was all bones   And with no reason to stay he decided to walk home, so he      This life goes passin' you by   It might go fast if you like   You born, you lived and you die   If life goes passin' you by, don't cry   If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves   Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool      He begged for some change to get him on the train   "Damn, that nigga stank", is what they complained   Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames   Caught the reflection in the window of what he became      A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed   Matter of fact, only thing on his brain was brains   Yeah and gettin' back in his lane, doin' his thang   First he had to find something to slang      Next stop was his block, it had the same cops   Walked right past the same spot where he was shot   Shocked that some little niggaz tried to sell him rocks   It just felt weird, bein' on the opposite      They figured that he wasn't from there, so they pulled out   And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with   Put it to his head and said, "You're scared, ain'tcha?"   He said, "Hustler for death, no Heaven for a gangsta", and      This life goes passin' you by   It might go fast if you like   You born, you lived and you die   If life goes passin' you by, don't cry   If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves   Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool      Yeah, cool