Intro) Tell me why did they Al B They take Baby, killed Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika They're the dying and Tell me why did they Al B, Al B Lil Chilla, my Mike, and the dying and Koreme So heavenly father what are you trying to me I guess I better up out this game And whatever they me a little lame ole' wee A fin to get up out these streets Cause ain't a damn thang happening for me It seems be the next one to go, oh no I'm out of mama told me God's got his hands on you
(Chorus - 2x) was this angel, whoa oh oh oh There was this angel, and it let me go
[Darkside Lo] I cry in my ? pass me the say I got issues And I reply, I put my life on the for mines And that's my only damn When D. Ski died, piece of mind was to find D. Ski we miss you, nine roadies From heaven rained on me As I write scriptures, and I'll be fine I had a lot of hell in me Before we took them pictures, and worse Brothers and started hating on me After we took them bitches, cause you get to take em first Brothers and sisters waiting on me To represent for a hood, they produce us nothing good Ballas and out here waiting on me To my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these times To the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little light shine
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[Darkside Sko] This shit got me pissed off, we use to be like But now it's 2000, the don't even know me If I'm right, pass me cause lifted up a hand now Blinded to em I get the trash now Either could get put up on it, and coming up We knew right from wrong, but still we stayed away from there on Konkress, kicking at the park with A up niggas that's down with me to your dark with meet again, I put this on a fiend If it's possible end up cause we gone drink again on this dro ain't the same no mo' Drinking on this henne shit just ain't the no mo' Oh, my lost his life, at an early age And I cry to this day, that he could of stayed Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when dark But my nigga in death, as the gauge exploded on the block And just Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it with you Grab some tissue, my eyes cause I miss you God bless my niggas, I know you still here with us Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I in the mirror And not a word can hear you, cause I'm making these clearer You are my angel, and my nigga, the drive-by to the trigga Chi worldwide, whoever on any side
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