"Let's Fire Some Shots"

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I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood. Til all this black on black crime stop. Some say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never know, When it's gon be yo time. Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout All my homies passed away Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold That's how me and my boys rolled How could it be? Somebody took my boy from me My best friend's gone And I'm so all alone I really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in a better place And I hope to see ya soon someday... *!*I used to hang with my boy even slang with my boy Used to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy We started out youngstas in the park throwin birds In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in the dirt The game got me workin, got me perkin, never jerkin Still blowin dollas fo ya cause I know you up there workin Ya little baby's cool and ya baby's mama straight But today's a sad day to see the t-shirt with ya face From the cradle to the grave, from the streets we used to fall In the park you liked to ball, put yo name upon the wall In the projects you's a legend on the street you was a star But it's sad to see my homeboy ridin in that black car A lotta soldiers done died, a lotta mothers done cried You done took yo piece of the pie but you was too young to retire Why soldiers ride for yo name leave it vain Some Gs never change, damn they killed you for some change Smile for my homie Blake Hand - The ghetto persons that lost they loved ones to these ghetto scandals*!* *!*R.i.P. 2 my nigga Michael Blake Hand!!!!! we love you and miss you!!!