Here today, gone tomorrow/Life is borrowed, all your tears and sorrows won�t bring it back, and that�s a fact/When you react, make sure you put some thought into it/The game was changed when that bullshit was brought into it/Our assets is fallin, died and left the love/Gotta buy false bud, reprecussions of a bloody glove/They�d rather see me in a cell, then see me make my mail/And when history he tell, it�s designed to make you fail/Man might make some money, loc, but money don�t make no man, and if you ain�t got no pen ya got no money in your hand/We sell dope, dive and steal, anything to pay the bills/Game exposed you, wasn�t sure, cause you forgot to keep it real!/Got game back, backwards in the back/Spirituality is what you lack, now you can feel his presence, cuz you didn�t count your blessings/Now we gone, and you all alone/Told your mama that you was grown, took one to the neck and three to the chest, but frontin like you Al Capone!
Coolio
And now you gone/But would your homies die for you?/Fool!
-Chorus-Coolio-
I don�t wanna die, right/He don�t wanna die, right/Don�t nobody wanna die, but somebody gotta die tonight/She don�t wanna die, right/And they don�t wanna die, right/Don�t nobody wanna die, but somebody gotta die tonight/(Die ...)
Krayzie Bone
In my black kakhis and my black boots, nigga, we suited, troopin� thru the mud/We haul the coffin in this box, we have another one of our thugs who done bit the dust, caught up in a terrible tradgedy/With every nigga that fall, the lesson is taught that this is reality mixed with insanity/Families torn apart by bullets rippin thru they little ones hearts/We steady askin, where is God?/Don�t you try to blame this on the Lord!/Final prays has been said, just to confirm that my nigga is dead/Before they begin to start takin� him under, I looked at his heart broken mother, and I gotta wonder, when will it be me?/Everyone gatherin, comin� to see the remains and frame that I used to be, this is no more R.I.P/You never know when it�s comin to get ya, but wearin a vest ain�t gon� really protect ya, cuz when the Lord feel like it�s time to collect ya, ain�t no time for packin�, boy, you gotta go! We got no control for thugs on the streets, ain�t no hope, any minute we�ll go up in smoke, and it�s over/We livin� to die cuz we soldiers, and we are the casualties of war/We are the casualties of war/We are the casualties of war
-Chorus-
Coolio
I seen em comin from a mile away/I couldn�t stay, I had to make my getaway/Gotta live to fight another day/That�s how it go in the game we play, everybody on the court got a price to pay/Better pay attention to what I say, you goin� to hell if you don�t pray!/These streets is hard, walkin down the bullevard is like walkin thru a prison yard, you never know when the shit gon� start/The pressure�s on, you�re runnin, boy, in the fog, and your ankles got to be strong to run these fools off the court/Aww damn, you in a jam, but you can�t call your crew, cuz the niggas that used to be your crew, now they after you/Ooh/Peep the scene, used to be about the team, but your pockets got lean, niggas left the scene/I guess it�s all about the green and that wallet in your jeans!/Love can turn to hate, but what they want is what they see!/Oh, you better run and scream, seperate the boys from the men, cuz your closest enemies just might be your deadliest friend
