Featuring Tragedy]

Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man

Check it check it *the next life*

Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit

For real man shit can happen

in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man

Recognize that for real

You're never promise tomorrow you know

Any nigga that you know knahmsayin?

You never know about these things word up

His body was cold yet his face remained calmly

He spoke differently, as if he was Godly

Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches

Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches

Situation, made me sober as fuck

As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck

Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck

Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed

Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest

His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished

The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes

They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished

I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it

Yeah, word up, goin back

Chorus: Tragedy

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time

Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end

It's all about cash, and the diamond rings

Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

(repeat 2X)

Word up, real things, real niggaz do real things

Yo, movin on

Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his

Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is

The blood drenched in his Armani linen

I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin

From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years

When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers

And now the tears, I can't stop from comin

I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin

It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game

I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain

Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him

Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him

The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him

But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him

Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug

It's real love, this is what a real nigga does

Chorus

What yo, real niggaz do real things

Word up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeah

Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo

The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot

Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped

She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock

I was standin there stuck off the words I said

Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead

Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is

Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers

From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers

Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches

Pumped on the same block with the same snitches

Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches

And I remember, when we was both five percenters

Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters

And now the end is, justifyin all the means

That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens

and it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo

Chorus (repeats)

Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz

Even if you don't get no bigger

Finsta, Crash, presedential

Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?

Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo

Begins, world currency

The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me

It wants me it traps me, in the hole

Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo

Chorus