Mm, yeah, uh
Mind playing tricks on me man

It’s a regular day and a regular routine
‘Til I hear this tragic news from about two fiends
Your man 50 just got popped 9 times
And I heard through the grapevines it’s all ’cause he rhymes
In front of his grandma, I’m standing on the lawn
Wearing no Teflon, I wonder if he gone
I know in my heart I wanna cry
Having thoughts in my mind is my man gon’ die?
As I frantically run towards 50 spot
I panicky peep like fifty cops
It was blue and whites, DTs and homicide
With yellow tape locked off on both sides
With four-fifth shells on the floor
And DTs ringing doorbells, going door to door
Yo I’m stressed out, smoking bogie after bogie
Ducking the sarge ’cause the sarge fuckin’ know me
I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit
And we did about a buck ’cause Mary Mack I lit
At the time, I started thinking back some shit
How we used to sling crack and stack our chips
With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid
And my man 50 used to smack a bitch
And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4
And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour
Now I’m at the hospital, stop daydreaming
All I see is 5-5-1 and there’s beefing
Baby moms is screaming, whole family grieving
But the word is that my man’s still breathing
I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord
And got a long shit list all across the board
Motherf—