paroles de chanson Ghetto Flight - C-Bo
[Featuring
pizzo]
[C
bo]
It′s
1994
gang
bangin'
done
played
out
But
i
still
stay
strapped
cause
i
don′t
wanna
get
played
out
On
the
concrete
with
internal
bleedin'
Moms
at
my
hand
screamin':
′bo
don′t
leave
me!'
I′m
stairin'
in
to
the
sky
thinkin′
that
i'm
gonna
die
Here
come
the
onetime
fuck
the
pigs
they
are
the
last
i
wanna
see
Pen
and
pad
no
love
from
the
deputy
Onetime′s
gettin'
deeper
And
finally
i
hear
the
ambulance
creep
up
I'm
feelin′
dehydrated
They
hook
me
up
with
some
i.v.
and
a
life
flight
Sayin′
that
i'm
gonna
make
it
Hoo-ride
was
the
first
thing
on
my
mind
But
the
onetime
got
prints
from
my
tec-9
They
busted
first
and
i
busted
back
in
return
Ain′t
no
love
for
them
faggot
ass
baby
worms
That's
all
i
gotta
say
to
porky
Now
get
the
fuck
out
my
face
Detective
got
mad
but
i
can
give
a
fuck
less
I
got
family
and
they
won′t
let
the
shit
rest
on
my
side
Bald
head
mean
muggin'
locs,
3-10,
6-5
Is
my
nigga
teebo,
big
ikey
hittin′
like
a
viking
Insane
in
the
brain
and
can't
wait
to
ride,
see
No
matter
what
they
do,
you
can
lock
me
down
But
at
twelve
caught
a
ghetto
fligt
Cause
there
still
be
smokin'...
One-eight-seven,
one-eight-seven...
They
ridin′
on
my
bumber,
bustin′
with
a
mac-11...
One-eight-seven,
one-eight-seven...
They
ridin'
on
my
bumber,
bustin′
with
a
mac-11...
One-eight-seven,
one-eight-seven...
They
ridin'
on
my
bumber,
bustin′
with
a
mac-11...
[Pizzo]
As
i've
seen
deep
in
my
thoughts
Not
thinkin′
of
my
senses
and
all
the
blood
i
done
lost
It
seems
like
i'm
stucked
with
no
luck
all
of
a
sudden
So
mothafuckas
swiftly
sweeped
on
the
p-i
double
z-o
man
I
was
helpless,
if
ya
could
have
felt
this
pain
I
had
in
my
side
and
my
brain
Never
think
that
i
could
end
up
on
my
back,
player
I
never
thought
a
slug
could
enter
through
my
skin
layers
Fuck!
i
feel
a
burnin'
sensation
and
i′m
waitin′
For
the
pain
to
go
away
but
i
know
it's
gonna
stay
So
i
guess
i′m
fucked
in
the
game
Then
appeared
a
bird
in
the
sky,
don't
know
where
it
came
Snatched
the
p-i
double
z-o
quick,
took
me
on
the
trip
Don′t
know
which
direction,
i'm
waitin′
Felt
like
i
went
cross
the
continent
Seems
like
it
took
a
whole
day,
then
we
touched
down
White
coats
all
around,
suprise,
i'm
alive
in
a
hospital
Done
lost
half
of
my
soul,
i
feel
i
left
control
I'm
slippin′
away,
i
took
my
life
for
granted
A
few
hours
passed
and
i
still
feel
stranded
I′m
awakin'
to
see
shit
in
front
of
me
that
i
never
seen
before
But
i
feel
alright,
then
i
tripped
that
i
just
took
the
ghetto
Fligt...
One-eight-seven,
one-eight-seven...
They
ridin′
on
my
bumber,
bustin'
with
a
mac-11...
One-eight-seven,
one-eight-seven...
They
ridin′
on
my
bumber,
bustin'
with
a
mac-11...
One-eight-seven,
one-eight-seven...
They
ridin′
on
my
bumber,
bustin'
with
a
mac-11...
[C-bo]
My
homie
took
a
bullet
in
the
kidney
Hk
in
my
hand,
down
on
one
knee
On
his
side,
q-ball
don't
die
Mad
as
fuck
and
i
don′t
understand
why
The
little
b.g.′s
didn't
bust
no
caps
After
a
minute
shoot-out
still
had
a
loaded
strap
Damn
and
they
supposed
to
be
hardcore
bangers
And
i
got
the
only
empty
cocked
back
chamber
Prayin′
for
my
homie
not
to
rest
in
peace
the
shit
Just
ain't
right
to
take
a
life
from
an
o.g.
Retalion
is
all
i
can
think
Negative
and
incorrect,
here
comes
the
p.d.
Damn,
i
got
a
gat
and
my
homie
don′t
look
too
good
I
hear
the
bird
over
the
hood
Now
i
got
faith
he'll
make
it
Without
a
doubt
the
next
album′s
dedicated
To
my
homie
q-ball
Rest
in
peace
and
fuck
the
rest
of
ya'll
So-called
homies,
i
don't
the
meanin′
when
i′m
hittin'
ya
down
But
when
i′m
gone
ya
wanna
see
me
Ain't
no
love
in
this
garden
blocc
life
And
i
won′t
sweat
to
put
a
bullet
in
your
chest
And
have
you
next
on
the
ghetto
fligt...
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