CANTANTE: C Bo

TITULO: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...