![]() ![]() ![]() Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it Them niggas he gave pacs to they kept the cakeĭa' niggas that rocked him they came to the wakeīut they come inside they sat out in the rideĪt the funeral homicide all in the buisness Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog You gonna try and tell God you've been framed You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! ![]() Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain It's a cold world even when it's hot outside Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride What if he gave you a lil list of things to do Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside ![]() You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up? Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i pray my lord my soul to take. How the fuck we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him. Son, them niggas know who hit that nigga son. ![]()
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