Trick Daddy - Based on a True Story, Pt. 1 lyrics

Man, this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man Damn, I miss my n***a man That sh** was gay how a n***a got k**ed dawg Man, I wonder what he was thinking about man My n***a, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there I got word inside of me My n***a I know exactly what he was thinking, my n***a Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla "Holla n***a", I keep hearing sirens In my sleep, I'm having flashbacks A guilty conscious naw, "Why ya ask that?" It's like this a n***a tried to cross me I made him pay and now the devil calls me But I ain't going 'cuz I'm rolling with the Lord G And now I lay my soul to sleep Ah pow, keep hearing gunshots Bullets flying, seem like they won't stop A call for help, but momma can't hear me Save me, damn this n***a, trying to k** me I'm bleeding bad, this n***a started bustin' caps I feel cold, boy, where them paramedics at? The first stop is intensive care I'm seeing tripletts, blood flying every where I'm stone black, but who turned the lights out? Holy sire, is it true I might die? My blood's low, my heart's beating too slow I'm on the edge but I can't let go Is this the end, I would stop breathing? Talk to me, why is everybody leaving? Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face Looking like it's gonna be a long day What time is it? What's the days date? What brings the crowd, oh, why these long faces? I'm getting kissed but why on my forehead? Pretty flowers, don't tell me that a n***a dead f** Oh my, why all a sudden me, f** it, I wanna be free Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words Past the dust, the last words that I heard Lower the casket, ashes to ashes, dust to dust