[Talking]    Yeah...    Yeah...    the cool.    Turn me up  uh-huh..  yeah..    He came back  In the same suit that he was buried in  Similar to the one his grand father was married in  Yes... he was still fresh to death  bling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chest  He still had it cuz they couldn't find it  And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it  smelled the Hennesy from when his niggas 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 filling the casket up  floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister  Second Grade hand-writing simply read "I miss ya"  Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture  Right next to it one of his man's stuck a swisher  He had a notion as he laid there soaking  Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open  and he...    [Chorus]    This life goes passing you by  It might go fast if you lie  You go and you live then you die...    O-oh-oh-ohh    If life goes passing you by  Don't cry  If you breaking the rules  Making your moves  Paying your dues...  Chasing 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... swollowed it  Working like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologist  Except.. his buried treasure was sunshine  So when some shined through a hole that he had drove  it reflected off the gold and almost made son blind  He grabbed on to some grass, he climbed  Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time  On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots  That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks  Figured it was hours because he wasn't older  Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so..  With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay  Decided to walk home  so he..    [Chorus]    He begged for some change to get him on a 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 fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeah  And getting back in his lane, doing 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 lil' niggas tried to sell him rocks  It just felt weird being 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 scared ain't ya?"  He said: "Hustler for death. No heaven for a gangsta."     [Chorus]