it's 1995, a lot of brothers done died   a lot of sisters, them mothers, them fathers   and aunties, and grandmoms left to cry   now he's nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of me   said he'd never die, but now he's 6 feet deep   with at tombstone, oh my god my brothers gone   and I don't even fuckin think I can go on   cause it hurts   to lose someone you love to this madness   and killing, murder, shoot em up, the game of drugs   doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest   a team rolled up and put him to his final test   hands got cold, God rest his soul   he walked out his body to another fuckin episode   then the window opened   then they put him in the final frontier   you know what happened in the end      I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)   but when they gone, that's when we realized   I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)   but when they gone, that's when we realized   front, back, side to side   but who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride   front, back, side to side   it might be you   the next victim to take a ride in that black ride      just another homicide for the West Coast Times   fools gettin took out the game at the fuckin drop of a dime   the games gettin deep, I toss in my sleep   but would a young nigga live to see two-three   killin don't fase me, fools think I'm crazy   Muslims on every corner, they handing out black daisies   name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call   used to slang bean pies, now it's about the white wall   only 15, already got fiends   and working the ghetto like Jack Stark work some beans   livin off a high, gold ones on this ride   bitches on the side, but only livin to retire   ain't that a shame, took him out the game   same fool we use to roll with, yelled out his name   popped him in his chest, didn't wear his vest   some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath      I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)   but when they gone, that's when we realized   I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)   but when they gone, that's when we realized   front, back, side to side   but who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride   front, back, side to side   it might be you   the next victim to take a ride in that black ride      who's under the white sheet   somebody bring the yellow tape   the ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day   ain't no time to cry, no time to shed some tears   you knoe the way he died, the same way he lived   who was his killer, found him dead on his knees   same room with his wife and his kid left to breath   hopin that this a nightmare   one pop and he's outta there   God rest his soul, left his kid in the wheelchair   stabbed for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight   and at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alright   but now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his home   another kingpin stripped from the ghetto throne   lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice   the same fool he trusted, and now sleeps with his wife   tagged his toe, slapped him in the ziplock   another nigga flip-flop, popped while slanging that crack rock   now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song   6 ballers carried him out the church, to take his ass home   4 lemons, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse   everybody had their lights on   and when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave   see it was sad the way his fuckin family misbehave   his family crying, but everybody gots to die   but you wont feel what they feel   until somebody in your family dies      I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)   but when they gone, that's when we realized   I wish I could have seen him before he died (talked to him)   but when they gone, that's when we realized   front, back, side to side   but who will be the next nigga to roll in that black ride   front, back, side to side   it might be you   the next victim to take a ride in that black ride   front, back, side to side   it might be me   the next victim to take a ride in that black ride      and ya'll know this black on black crime gotta cease   this go out to all my motherfucking dead soldiers out there   my little brother Kevin Miller   Aunt Gordon, Vernell Jackson   my homie D Fuller, Dandon Washington   Pimp Dad, Plan-B, Gangsta Earl   ya'll know this shoot-em-up, bang bang shit got to stop   cause a town get hotter than a motherfucker   all my homies out here in Richmond   you know what I'm sayin   all my niggas out there in the Mana   Easter Hill, North Richmond   niggas in Portchester, P-7   all my motherfuckin dead soldiers   ya'll gonna be missed   and all my motherfuckin down there in New Orleans   Calliope Projects   motherfuckin murder rate higher than a motherfucker   ya'll gonna learn till we all motherfuckin gone   gotta say goodbye to all my niggas in Texas, Washington, LA   my niggas out there in Kansas City   Cincinatti, Detroit, Alabama, Oklahoma   and all ya'll motherfuckin niggas that don't understand   what this shit is all about   you just gonna reminisce   smoke a fat ass splif   let this motherfuckin beat roll   cause al the niggas is missed      I wish I could have seen them before they died (talked to em)   but when they gone, that's when we realize