[C Bo] 
 It's 1994  gang bangin' done played out 
 But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out 
 On the concrete with internal bleedin' 
 Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo  don't leave me!' 
 I'm stairin' in to the sky  thinkin' that I'm gonna die 
 Here come the onetime  fuck the pigs  they are the last I wanna see 
 Pen and pad  no love from the deputy 
 Onetime's gettin' deeper 
 And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up 
 I'm feelin' dehydrated 
 They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight 
 Sayin' that I'm gonna make it 
 Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind 
 But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9 
 They busted first and I busted back in return 
 Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms 
 That's all I gotta say to porky 
 Now get the fuck out my face 
 Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less 
 I got family and they won't let the shit rest on my side 
 Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5 
 Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking 
 Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see 
 No matter what they do, you can lock me down 
 But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt 
 Cause there still be smokin'... 
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... 
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... 
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... 
 [Pizzo] 
 As I've seen deep in my thoughts 
 Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood I done lost 
 It seems like I'm stucked with no luck all of a sudden 
 So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man 
 I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain 
 I had in my side and my brain 
 Never think that I could end up on my back, player 
 I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers 
 Fuck! I feel a burnin' sensation and I'm waitin' 
 For the pain to go away but I know it's gonna stay 
 So I guess I'm fucked in the game 
 Then appeared a bird in the sky, don't know where it came 
 Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip 
 Don't know which direction, I'm waitin' 
 Felt like I went cross the continent 
 Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down 
 White coats all around, suprise, I'm alive in a hospital 
 Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control 
 I'm slippin' away, I took my life for granted 
 A few hours passed and I still feel stranded 
 I'm awakin' to see shit in front of me that I never seen before 
 But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto 
 fligt... 
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... 
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... 
 One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... 
 They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11... 
 [C-Bo] 
 My homie took a bullet in the kidney 
 HK in my hand, down on one knee 
 On his side, Q-Ball don't die 
 Mad as fuck and I don't understand why 
 The little B.G.'s didn't bust no caps 
 After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap 
 Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers 
 And I got the only empty cocked back chamber 
 Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit 
 Just ain't right to take a life from an O.G. 
 Retalion is all I can think 
 Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D. 
 Damn, I got a gat and my homie don't look too good 
 I hear the bird over the hood 
 Now I got faith he'll make it 
 Without a doubt the next album's dedicated 
 To my homie Q-Ball 
 Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll 
 So-called homies, I don't the meanin' when I'm hittin' ya down 
 But when I'm gone ya wanna see me 
 Ain't no love in this Garden Blocc life 
 And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest 
 And have you next on the ghetto fligt