| June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight |
| till the chest plate mommy dear’s cryin' at the wake |
| And everybody’s dressed up in black suits |
| goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop |
| Why’d he have to die |
| Is the question that we’re under |
| But everyone knows that everyday’s a different number |
| So when your time comes, just remember G |
| you’ll always have a place in this world as a memory |
| Especially my boys who passed away back in '92 |
| best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you |
| Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin' |
| of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin' |
| Never missin' out on a hood fight |
| 'cause ever-ee-day back in the hood we had a good fight |
| Everything is changed and people-r-lookin lonely |
| it’s gonna be strange spendin' New Year’s Eve without your homie |
| But ain’t much that we can do |
| except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you |
| And believe me it hurts |
| to see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt… dirt |
| Verse Two: Bushwick Bill |
| Another homie got smoked but it’s no surprise |
| everybody’s trippin cause the boy was to young to die |
| A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath |
| everybody’s trippin cause they can’t accept my homeys death |
| Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news |
| somebody’s brother got killed behind a pair a shoes |
| In the midst of all this shit I think about my self |
| wonderin' when somebody’s gonna try to take me off the shelf |
| But I refuse to be another violent casualty |
| so when I’m rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee |
| Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can’t win |
| when the people you think are your friends really ain’t your friends Uh |
| And Bushwick can’t sleep |
| when everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep |
| Verse Three: Scarface |
| The pain that’s deep inside of everybody grows |
| as they approach to see the body before the casket close |
| The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip |
| once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it |
| The whole entire family spoke on his defence |
| the choir sung the songs that make us reminisce |
| And durin' all the singing I broke down myself |
| when I looked and seen the family that my partner lef' |
| And then the choir broke into its final song |
| thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come |
| Everyone was headed for the final flight |
| as we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight |
| The director said his words and there was not a sound |
| as they lower my little partner toss inside the ground |
| Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top |
| and then they work alone with the concrete block and that’s deep |
| Verse Four: Big Mike |
| Alotta homies die |
| Alotta mothers cry |
| I watch tears fall down from their eyes |
| Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance |
| they chose the music so they had to dance |
| Couldn’t tell 'im nothin |
| was a player, had ta have it |
| got caught up in the game now ma boy’s in the casket |
| And everybody’s lookin' for somebody else to blame |
| ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang |
| We used to kick it on the ave at night |
| comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life |
| But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home |
| I wish he wouldn’t a never fell victim to the chrome |
| So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block son |
| you might be gone but you damn sure ain’t forgotten |
| Shalom remember whenever or wherever |
| dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that |