Ghetto Flight – C-BO – letras

[C-Bo]It’s 1994, gang-bangin’ done played outBut I still stay strapped cause I don’t wanna get played outOn 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 dieHere come the onetime, fuck the pigs, they are the last I wanna seePen and pad, no love from the deputyOnetime’s gettin’ deeperAnd Finally I hear the ambulance creep upI’m feelin’ dehydratedThey hook me up with some I.V. and a life flightSayin’ that I’m gonna make itHoo-ride was the first thing on my mindBut the onetime got prints from my Tec-9They busted first and I busted back in returnAin’t no love for them faggot ass baby wormsThat’s all I gotta say to porkyNow get the fuck out my faceDetective got mad but I can give a fuck lessI got family and they won’t let the shit rest on my sideBald head mean muggin’ locs, 3-10, 6-5Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin’ like a vikingInsane in the brain and can’t wait to ride, seeNo matter what they do, you can lock me downBut at twelve caught a ghetto fligtCause 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 thoughtsNot thinkin’ of my senses and all the blood I done lostIt seems like I’m stucked with no luck all of a suddenSo mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O manI was helpless, if ya could have felt this painI had in my side and my brainNever think that I could end up on my back, playerI never thought a slug could enter through my skin layersFuck! I feel a burnin’ sensation and I’m waitin’For the pain to go away but I know it’s gonna staySo I guess I’m fucked in the gameThen appeared a bird in the sky, don’t know where it cameSnatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the tripDon’t know which direction, I’m waitin’Felt like I went cross the continentSeems like it took a whole day, then we touched downWhite coats all around, suprise, I’m alive in a hospitalDone lost half of my soul, I feel I left controlI’m slippin’ away, I took my life for grantedA few hours passed and I still feel strandedI’m awakin’ to see shit in front of me that I never seen beforeBut 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 kidneyHK in my hand, down on one kneeOn his side, Q-Ball don’t dieMad as fuck and I don’t understand whyThe little B.G.’s didn’t bust no capsAfter a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strapDamn and they supposed to be hardcore bangersAnd I got the only empty cocked back chamberPrayin’ for my homie not to rest in peace the shitJust ain’t right to take a life from an O.G.Retalion is all I can thinkNegative and incorrect, here comes the P.D.Damn, I got a gat and my homie don’t look too goodI hear the bird over the hoodNow I got faith he’ll make itWithout a doubt the next album’s dedicatedTo my homie Q-BallRest in peace and fuck the rest of ya’llSo-called homies, I don’t the meanin’ when I’m hittin’ ya downBut when I’m gone ya wanna see meAin’t no love in this Garden Blocc lifeAnd I won’t sweat to put a bullet in your chestAnd have you next on the ghetto fligt…By RenanL