| 作曲 : Carlisle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
| Dawg....I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya | |
| Maybe we would have picked another time | |
| Or chose another way | |
| Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul | |
| Shit, it's just me and my man Tony now | |
| Man you look so peaceful right now... how can I argue wit that | |
| They say... | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| They say the good die young, | |
| That's why I think that you should have fun (when your young) | |
| Cos time won't wait for no one (uh huh) | |
| When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) | |
| They say the good die young, (die young) | |
| That's why I know that we go' have fun, | |
| In this life cos you only get one | |
| When God calls for me, don't cry I just went home | |
| [Kon Artis] | |
| It's true that everybody heard, their mama say every days like this | |
| When you see, one of your friends die in the mist | |
| In the struggle, went through circumstances | |
| Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend | |
| Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man | |
| A woman is dumb enough to pretend | |
| That her, god won't hold them accountable for sins | |
| If they commit, they try to repent the sense of Repent | |
| But I guess (that's just the way things go) | |
| I was blessed to see 24 (24) | |
| To wake up to that "Hi, my name is" video | |
| Motivated me to write what i wrote | |
| And I knew my little brother sold dope | |
| An mom and daddy want to move our road | |
| I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show | |
| I just which we ain't have to lose Bugz to the struggle | |
| Cos you know... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Bizzare] | |
| I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit | |
| But niggas in my cliq, is dying quick | |
| In Detroit, niggas don't party | |
| They pull a .44 out, snatch off Bacardis | |
| That's why I keep the pistol under the trunk | |
| I'm 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped | |
| And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z | |
| Tattooed on my wrist | |
| Me and you in the jeep, listen to swing beats | |
| It's a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak | |
| I got married, my wife name is D | |
| Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you | |
| [Kuniva] | |
| I came back on that tragic day, my phone rung | |
| And Bizarres voice telling me, Bugz was gone home | |
| It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath | |
| I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it | |
| I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard | |
| Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car | |
| While I stand in this booth now it's tearing me apart | |
| But I had to let it out cos it was tearing at my heart | |
| Cos he died over something so petty and so small | |
| A human life is so very precious I hope you all | |
| Understand how I'm feeling cos I love you bugz | |
| I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz | |
| But I can't and you was so close to seeing dreams | |
| A coward came along and took you away from the team | |
| So don't mistake this track as just another song | |
| This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one | |
| Cos you know | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Proof] | |
| They say it's never too late, to have an early childhood | |
| If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should | |
| Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks | |
| Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots | |
| The fun stops when your homies up in a box | |
| My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops | |
| I use to question a lot, if there's a guy by me say something | |
| If you love her so much why didn't u gave nothing | |
| When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade | |
| Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates | |
| It ain't never late in the game, this hating remains | |
| With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame | |
| My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath | |
| We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left | |
| In the depth, distress youngin's are sucked in | |
| To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain't got enough skin | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Swifty] | |
| When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise | |
| That crash and the driver died, | |
| My partner on the passenger side was paralysed | |
| And I'm surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived | |
| Nine months later another one died | |
| Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up his ride | |
| 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run | |
| And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns | |
| And tookie over funds, karty was my man | |
| And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van | |
| And Bugz if it wasn't for you | |
| You know I wouldn't be standing in this booth, | |
| That's the truth, I miss you all... | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuo qu : Carlisle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
| Dawg.... I shouldn' t have left, They wouldn' t have tried this shit if I was wit ya | |
| Maybe we would have picked another time | |
| Or chose another way | |
| Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul | |
| Shit, it' s just me and my man Tony now | |
| Man you look so peaceful right now... how can I argue wit that | |
| They say... | |
| Chorus: | |
| They say the good die young, | |
| That' s why I think that you should have fun when your young | |
| Cos time won' t wait for no one uh huh | |
| When god calls, you gotta go home go home | |
| They say the good die young, die young | |
| That' s why I know that we go' have fun, | |
| In this life cos you only get one | |
| When God calls for me, don' t cry I just went home | |
| Kon Artis | |
| It' s true that everybody heard, their mama say every days like this | |
| When you see, one of your friends die in the mist | |
| In the struggle, went through circumstances | |
| Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend | |
| Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man | |
| A woman is dumb enough to pretend | |
| That her, god won' t hold them accountable for sins | |
| If they commit, they try to repent the sense of Repent | |
| But I guess that' s just the way things go | |
| I was blessed to see 24 24 | |
| To wake up to that " Hi, my name is" video | |
| Motivated me to write what i wrote | |
| And I knew my little brother sold dope | |
| An mom and daddy want to move our road | |
| I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show | |
| I just which we ain' t have to lose Bugz to the struggle | |
| Cos you know... | |
| Chorus | |
| Bizzare | |
| I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit | |
| But niggas in my cliq, is dying quick | |
| In Detroit, niggas don' t party | |
| They pull a . 44 out, snatch off Bacardis | |
| That' s why I keep the pistol under the trunk | |
| I' m 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped | |
| And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, bugz | |
| Tattooed on my wrist | |
| Me and you in the jeep, listen to swing beats | |
| It' s a shame me and Fuzz don' t even speak | |
| I got married, my wife name is D | |
| Peace to 31 and 5150, miss you | |
| Kuniva | |
| I came back on that tragic day, my phone rung | |
| And Bizarres voice telling me, Bugz was gone home | |
| It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn' t breath | |
| I didn' t wanna accept it, didn' t wanna believe it | |
| I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard | |
| Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car | |
| While I stand in this booth now it' s tearing me apart | |
| But I had to let it out cos it was tearing at my heart | |
| Cos he died over something so petty and so small | |
| A human life is so very precious I hope you all | |
| Understand how I' m feeling cos I love you bugz | |
| I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz | |
| But I can' t and you was so close to seeing dreams | |
| A coward came along and took you away from the team | |
| So don' t mistake this track as just another song | |
| This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one | |
| Cos you know | |
| Chorus | |
| Proof | |
| They say it' s never too late, to have an early childhood | |
| If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should | |
| Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks | |
| Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots | |
| The fun stops when your homies up in a box | |
| My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops | |
| I use to question a lot, if there' s a guy by me say something | |
| If you love her so much why didn' t u gave nothing | |
| When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade | |
| Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates | |
| It ain' t never late in the game, this hating remains | |
| With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame | |
| My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath | |
| We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left | |
| In the depth, distress youngin' s are sucked in | |
| To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain' t got enough skin | |
| Chorus | |
| Swifty | |
| When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn' t wise | |
| That crash and the driver died, | |
| My partner on the passenger side was paralysed | |
| And I' m surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived | |
| Nine months later another one died | |
| Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up his ride | |
| 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run | |
| And that' s when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns | |
| And tookie over funds, karty was my man | |
| And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van | |
| And Bugz if it wasn' t for you | |
| You know I wouldn' t be standing in this booth, | |
| That' s the truth, I miss you all... | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Carlisle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
| Dawg.... I shouldn' t have left, They wouldn' t have tried this shit if I was wit ya | |
| Maybe we would have picked another time | |
| Or chose another way | |
| Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul | |
| Shit, it' s just me and my man Tony now | |
| Man you look so peaceful right now... how can I argue wit that | |
| They say... | |
| Chorus: | |
| They say the good die young, | |
| That' s why I think that you should have fun when your young | |
| Cos time won' t wait for no one uh huh | |
| When god calls, you gotta go home go home | |
| They say the good die young, die young | |
| That' s why I know that we go' have fun, | |
| In this life cos you only get one | |
| When God calls for me, don' t cry I just went home | |
| Kon Artis | |
| It' s true that everybody heard, their mama say every days like this | |
| When you see, one of your friends die in the mist | |
| In the struggle, went through circumstances | |
| Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend | |
| Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man | |
| A woman is dumb enough to pretend | |
| That her, god won' t hold them accountable for sins | |
| If they commit, they try to repent the sense of Repent | |
| But I guess that' s just the way things go | |
| I was blessed to see 24 24 | |
| To wake up to that " Hi, my name is" video | |
| Motivated me to write what i wrote | |
| And I knew my little brother sold dope | |
| An mom and daddy want to move our road | |
| I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show | |
| I just which we ain' t have to lose Bugz to the struggle | |
| Cos you know... | |
| Chorus | |
| Bizzare | |
| I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit | |
| But niggas in my cliq, is dying quick | |
| In Detroit, niggas don' t party | |
| They pull a . 44 out, snatch off Bacardis | |
| That' s why I keep the pistol under the trunk | |
| I' m 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped | |
| And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, bugz | |
| Tattooed on my wrist | |
| Me and you in the jeep, listen to swing beats | |
| It' s a shame me and Fuzz don' t even speak | |
| I got married, my wife name is D | |
| Peace to 31 and 5150, miss you | |
| Kuniva | |
| I came back on that tragic day, my phone rung | |
| And Bizarres voice telling me, Bugz was gone home | |
| It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn' t breath | |
| I didn' t wanna accept it, didn' t wanna believe it | |
| I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard | |
| Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car | |
| While I stand in this booth now it' s tearing me apart | |
| But I had to let it out cos it was tearing at my heart | |
| Cos he died over something so petty and so small | |
| A human life is so very precious I hope you all | |
| Understand how I' m feeling cos I love you bugz | |
| I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz | |
| But I can' t and you was so close to seeing dreams | |
| A coward came along and took you away from the team | |
| So don' t mistake this track as just another song | |
| This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one | |
| Cos you know | |
| Chorus | |
| Proof | |
| They say it' s never too late, to have an early childhood | |
| If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should | |
| Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks | |
| Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots | |
| The fun stops when your homies up in a box | |
| My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops | |
| I use to question a lot, if there' s a guy by me say something | |
| If you love her so much why didn' t u gave nothing | |
| When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade | |
| Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates | |
| It ain' t never late in the game, this hating remains | |
| With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame | |
| My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath | |
| We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left | |
| In the depth, distress youngin' s are sucked in | |
| To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain' t got enough skin | |
| Chorus | |
| Swifty | |
| When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn' t wise | |
| That crash and the driver died, | |
| My partner on the passenger side was paralysed | |
| And I' m surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived | |
| Nine months later another one died | |
| Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up his ride | |
| 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run | |
| And that' s when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns | |
| And tookie over funds, karty was my man | |
| And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van | |
| And Bugz if it wasn' t for you | |
| You know I wouldn' t be standing in this booth, | |
| That' s the truth, I miss you all... | |
| Chorus x2 |
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