Yo, Big Mann, what's happenin'? Just out here chillin', dawg
****, *****, what you chillin', what you thinkin' about?
*****, I'm out here reminiscin', lookin' around, *****
Reminiscin' on what? 'Bout how **** done changed, dawg

All these *****z dead we grew up with bro baby, Daniel
Damn, bro, this **** daily, constantly happenin'
So what, we next or what? *****, we tryin' to come up
And raise them little ones well, let's find a way out this ****
Well, let's do dat there

*****z dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the ***kin' moon
That be yo final ship, *****, 'cause yo *** is doomed
Ain't no comin' back, livin' in the dope game

'Cause once you die, ***** you slangin' rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up
I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that mutha***kin' long black hearse

I mean, once you gone ***** you layin' in the dirt
Ain't no love in New Orleans, all the way to Richmond, California
*****z livin' for ghetto dreams and the ghetto get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby suckin' on daisies

Caught two to the chest, one to the head
5 *****z walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but *****z thought it was a clown show
Witches in the St. Bernard projects, downed a hoe

And it's sad cause *****z claimin' 3rd Ward
9th Ward and *****z claimin' 10th Ward
All my homies be dyin' Down South
Run around, talkin ****, killas with gold in they mouth

But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go to the ***kin' pen
My partna Bos looked to my eyes and said, '*****
Is it time for change? *****z ain't livin' in this dope game'

So we jumped into this rap game
And laid it down to all my killas
That tried to teach my ***** the game
'Cause once you gone, ain't no comin' back

Talked to Randall and T-Dove
They say, 'P, the streets ain't all that'
I mean the Calliope projects done change
Right from Roges Tablet you find the ***kin' police man

And *****z still servin' bubble ups big Mo in the projects rappin'
And *****z tryin' to come up and with this new wave dope game
I mean this rap game, *****z tryin to get out to make some change
But Down South my homies dyin', *****z fryin' but stories we ain't buyin'

Who gon' be next?
(2Pac gone, but what rapper)
To take that final ride
(I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad check
(Slammin' Cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be 6-0's

Who gon' be next?
(2Pac gone, but what rapper)
To take that final ride
(I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad check
(Slammin' Cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be 6-0's

I often wonder wonder if there's a heaven or a hell
Rest in peace to my *****z that died
Too bad when they died they couldn't come back and tell
If they really is another side, I seen his mother cry

I just wanna know where he went when my cousin died
That last step, then it's yo debt, yo last breath
Then it's the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be here

Used to ride with a bunch of *****z, now he's ridin' solo
He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear Polos
I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some ***** gunned John Gotti had went in the chamber

Mom say my days are numbered 'cause I live wrong
Even Scarface made a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin' to live to a rock candy painted Cadillac like Outkast say
Ride on them thangs like Mack 10, from back side to side like U.G.K.

Convertible Lexus like Eightball, MJG
500 like my brother Master P, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard

Who gon be next to take that final ride?

Who gon' be next?
(2Pac gone, but what rapper)
To take that final ride
(I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad check
(Slammin' Cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be 6-0's

I done seen mo crime than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more death than God
Just last week a ***** got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to **** like that, and I learned

How can I not end up like that *****?
What the ***k I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
'Cause in the projects, ain't no love
*****z will split yo wig cause they gon on drugs
(Heroin)

I hope you feel me, 'cause I feel the pain of others
I feel for every ***** that got to go on without they brother
But like the game, what goes around comes around
Next week that could be your mutha***kin' hearse ridin' through that town

That could be yo mama cryin' in that steeple
Better yet, that could be you mornin' the death of yo people
In the hood, I'm known for peelin' caps, so I'm a cap peela
The police know me for sellin' drugs, so I'm a drug deala

I reverse the game 'cause ain't no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin' a stand
It's a never endin' game of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride

Who gon' be next?
(2Pac gone, but what rapper)
To take that final ride
(I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad check
(Slammin' Cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be 6-0's

Who gon' be next?
(2Pac gone, but what rapper)
To take that final ride
(I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad check
(Slammin' Cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be 6-0's

R.I.P. 2Pac, *****, Eazy-E, Segram, Mr. C
And my little brother Kevin
Miller, and all y'all TRU *****z and *****es
That done died out there on these streets

And took that final ride y'all *****z ain't forgotten
'Cause TRU *****z live forever
TRU *****z like us ya heard me? It's real *****
We gon see y'all fools in the crossroads