Buccet Loc - Casket Drops lyrics

[Verse 1: Buccet Loc] Living up them streets of d**h By myself dead, homies every [?] Ain't giving a n***a no help In the octagon mad cause they ain't no more space Cause there's 30 mo' murder victims Born everyday, in every state And n***as be k**ing over colors, smoking other brothers When d**h ain't giving a sh** about your family or your mother Ain't no mistaken, I was shaken As I sat back, contemplating A little homie, Tune Bleeding d**h at the gas station A big homie set trippin' Ready to find the punk fool, when fools going out solo We squabbling at the funeral, the devil got my brothers k**ing the Bloods without breaking a sweat Now they chugging forties and sh** Won't even let my homie rest And where was my brother when this bullsh** came about Doing 25 to life That's something he wasn't thinking about So every time you pull your nine and buck holmes The other man k**ing two birds with one stone One black in a grave, the other black in a jail cell Dead, bunked out and their moms in a living hell So, tell me where is the strip in my family? Gangs and slanging got blacks living in tragedy My family still remaining in shock Cause a n***a be banging with Glocks And it really don't stop until that casket drop [Hook (x2)] Living in a city where them k**ers are grown I struggle to get out but I still call it home And you don't wanna ride on them wicked a** streets Young Baby Gangstas walkin' around, packing heat [Verse 2: Buccet Loc] Now how can I tell my partner's moms her son just got smoked? 2 slugs in the chest laying fat between some bloody coats The n***as that did it, ain't even tryna hide So I let my girl drive Cause I'm solo when I do this ride And payback with [?] lettin' out steam Blasting everything in blue and black, yellow and green I'm in hood everyday, mane Trying to preach this peace And guns and k**in' for fun, mane Just won't seem to cease And life in war, we 'bout to fight, mane It ain't no joke Unless we get our life together, everybody getting smoked Regardless of what you think, ain't nobody to explicit to die So watch your back for the jack in this relentless ride Cause we've been programmed to hate anything black Dead Homies get respected from here to either side of Texas I'm pouring out forties Blazing sacks, burning incense More deadly experiments than Tuskegee Experiments Hearing this, cesspool of another righteous nation I learned by gettin' burned, not to have no patience I got a letter from little brother, Solo, today Six months left on the [?] That's when this n***a walked up Talking about where the bud? Ain't no bud, blood That's when that n***a started pumping them slugs I should've been more careful n***as get k**ed out here everyday Too bad, I never listened to what my big sister to say Am I supposed to be homie [?] As I bleeded, he proceeded to lock me out the do' And 8 shots is what I got from the drama Having of visions of living with my sister and my mama Blood running out my mouth, out my chest and my nose I heard my sister's voice That n***a [?] And I suppose I closed the doors on life and locked it Dead on the porch, my brother's note in my pocket Never got to see him raise about the pencil Never again will I get a chance to hug my little negro You k**ed every brother that you see with your Glock But if the cops flock and tell you to stop You quickly let your strap drop Love to the Dead Homies that went down in history Too bad they had to die for what's to make this documentary There's always gonna be gangs and always be neighborhoods As long you got [?] practicing [?] k**ing pecker woods My black family still remains in shock Cause we bangs with Glocks But it really don't stop until that casket drop! [Outro] And that's life On the under For the Crips & the Bloods That's what's up [Hook] Living in a city where them k**ers are grown I struggle to get out but I still call it home And you don't wanna ride on them wicked a** streets Young Baby Gangstas walking around, packing heat