Lyric Ghetto Flight
[Featuring Pizzo]
[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...
[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...
