Boy you forgot my style...

Flowers, funeral service, a kid's in the coffin

It sounds so familiar, don't it happen so often?

The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy

Couldn't help but think, "nigga better you than me"

Trey-eight ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it

But it's hard to miss when that thang got a beam on it

First shot pop off, e'rybody poppin

Shot the glass at the store front, we forgot god was watchin

Run run, hit the gate, d's yellin "drop it"

Niggaz gettin jammed up; better that than a jammed-up

His momma said a few words to her, "he was innocent"

She might've heard he did some shit but never saw no benefits

So in her eyes, he's mommy's lil' baby

But he was outside, talkin to niggaz crazy

In a room full of people came to pay their respect

I just came to get a close look at a nigga to check

That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail

And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail

R.o.r., trust me nigga I know the law

Released on your own recognizance - that bullshit I'm on it

That's his first taste - I mean his first case

Got knocked with the strap - but not the one that clapped

This nigga here we still got that, yeah

The first law in my hood is show no fear

Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here cryin

Oh shit, in the store he probably passed him the iron

These some grimy ass niggaz, full-breed vultures

Tryin to come up, still eatin around roaches

Cookie crisp, cap'n crunch, breakfast of the champions

Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggaz won't clap you then

We watch the side bitch talk like she his main bitch

His wifey just sat there, preachers wasn't sayin shit

Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave

This type shit a nigga got to see to believe

These bitches actin up in here, police they don't fuckin care

Homicide snoop around to them, we all with the shit

Cousin back from college sayin he gon' get who did this shit

He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball

You play with the wrong niggaz we gon' get to lettin off

I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split

Hit the parkin lot and chill where the weed is lit

Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor

All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga

We all can't win, some of us gotta lose

Envision a lil' dog barkin at a pack of wolves

Cause that's what happened; yeah yeah, that's what happened

He just went on and on 'til niggaz started attackin

Actin like he was the only motherfucker packin

Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggaz will remember the name

It's 50... yeah, yeah

Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggaz will remember the name

It's 50... yeah, yeah, haha