[2Pac]

(hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word

It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets

(throw it up fool, hey nigga, haha)

Tell me how you feel homey



(Yeah, it took a week to go down)

You recollects and see how crazy it sounds

The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound)

(Now introducin Young Trigga)

Since birth, eyes set on gettin bigger

Just anotha wild-ass nigga

(But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT?

(But Precious was a ghetto girl)

Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus

(But Lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers)

Seein visions of people smokin and niggaz catchin vapors

Got his man from around the corner (we'll call him Lil' Mo)

(Been in so many reform schools they had to let him go)

(Here's where the plot thickens)

They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin

(They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns blowin)

(Somebody's gonna die tonight)

Still no one's knowin, so they kept goin

Catchin dealers comin out they cars (will they survive?)

(Two semi-automatic nines, them niggaz died)

(Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate

to death and wish they could die) So peep the lesson

But wait a minute back to Precious

She's snortin dope in the back seat of Trigg's Lexus

TEARDROPS AND CLOSED CASKETS



[Nate]