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Come on
Life, death
Here gone
Yo
If I should die, don't cry, my n-
Just ride, my n-, bust bullets in the sky, my n-
And when I'm gone, don't mourn, my n-, get on, my n-
When it's real, say word to Shawn, my n-
If I should die
Don't cry, my n-, it's been one hell of a ride, my n-
In the middle of the drought, I flipped pies, my n-
I did joints with Mary J. Blige, my -
I've eluded the coppers, got booted with Big Poppa
Skated through with the Caesar picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels, dropped school, still didn't fail
Rhymes still written well, hold court in the street
Never sit in the cell for a second, then I'm gettin' my bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters
Sitting in the county for summers if they should down me
Everybody around us become one for that day
To live life, get your right and play
Don't get it twisted like braids, if I'm missed it's okay
But life's short, don't miss a day, uh
If I should die, don't cry, my n-
Just ride, my n-, bust bullets in the sky, my n-
And when I'm gone, don't mourn, my n-, get on, my n-
When it's real, say word to Shawn, my n-
If I should die, don't cry, my n-
It's been one hell of a ride, my ni-
Say word to Wais, my niggas
When I'm gone, don't mourn, my n-
Just keep gettin' it on, my n-
Say word is bond, my n-
I got a lot to look back on, in '88 got my crack on
Ten years later gettin' my rap on
Gettin' shorties like a thespian, had an episode with two lesbians
Got a fetish for that
Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root out
Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts, fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets
I got demands to meet and questions to fulfill
Like is that mystery god real and how was Kennedy killed?
I ain't mad, I must've smoked a ton of -
Sipped Coronas with Latifah, broke the code of Geneva
I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the
Cat I had beef with whose blood remains on my sneaker
Then it's on again, if I could be born again
I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend
Just family, reincarnated I'll shorten the time
That I waited to get paid, tell him never be afraid
Hearts pump Kool-Aid and yo' blood runs thicker
Never shed tears, cry liquor, my n-
If I die, don't cry, my n-
It's been one hell of a ride, my n-
Say word to Wais, my n-
When I'm gone, don't mourn, my n-
Just keep bangin' these songs, my n-
Say word is bond, my n-
If I die, don't cry, my n-
Just stay gettin' high, my n-
Don't wonder why, my n-
When I'm gone, live on, my n-
Just follow my path, my n-
Say word to Half, my n-
I'm the aftermath of pleasure, never die alone
Born to live forever, through life's struggles, I cut corners and took drastic measures
Seen life expire right in front of me
Time could never mend what these cold streets mentally done to me
Too often, I close my eyes and see my own coffin feelin' haunted
Ready to leave this world that I'm lost in
My only chance to see the seeds I lost through abortion
When I'm gone, better not mourn, keep flossin'
As long as my name lives on, what's most important
And I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife, still torchin' and blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days and 40 nights and I'd return on the third like Christ
(Without my physical portion) my spirit a poltergeist for sure
I'll be back through the Heights tomorrow, blood over y'all fake door
What you thought, huh? What you thought?
If I should die, don't cry, my n-
Just stay gettin' high, my n-
Don't wonder why, my n-
When I'm gone, live on, my n-
Just follow my path, my n-
Say word to Half, my n-
When I die, don't cry, my n-
It's been one hell of a ride, my n-
Say word to Wais, my n-
When I'm gone, don't mourn, my n-
Just keep gettin' it on, my n-
Say word is bond, my n-
If I die, don't cry, my n-
Just ride, my n-, bust bullets in the sky, my n-
So when I'm gone, don't mourn, my n-, get on, my n-
When it's real, say word to Shawn, my n-
If I should die
I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
Run into Pac, ask him where we went wrong
Tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form
Is everything that's invisible gone? I need to know
Will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?
Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
Trapped in the race, and if so, can I leave this place?
Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal?
If this is heaven to me, is this considered heavenly?
Can I still touch lives, answer their "Whats and whys"
Make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?
If I should die, don't cry, my n-


































