My man rolled up to my house and quickly hopped out
Beated against the door and continued to shout
"Wake up dog! It's time to go. COME ON!"
Just another day with a drug deal to perform
I need to kick these habits and get back to school
But once your in this game you can't just break the rules
So we bounce from my crib and hop in his whip
I just repeat in my head, "this is my last trip"
Then I ask where we're headed and its no quick reply
He waits for a second and begins to get shy
"We gotta get a package.. about ten bricks from the boss"
"So where headed to Maurice's. How much will it cost?"
"Nah not that boss. I'm talking the head of it all.."
"What?! WHY? YOU TALKIN ABOUT 8-BALL?!?!"
"Yeah dog." I just sit there in shock and pity
8-Ball controls every drug deal that runs in our city
If you piss him off its sure to be nasty
Thats why this car ride turned to silence from laughing
"Are we strapped? I mean you know we could die."
"Nah man it aint like that." I could tell thats a lie
We turn from the highway and everythings murky
Approach a dirt road and I could feel death lurking
My leg was shaking as this white fence came into sight
I clenched my fists as if I were about to fight
"We're driving into an ambush!" Two heads pop off with AK's
We skid to a halt and take cover. I asked if hes okay
No answer.. Three shots to his chest and he passed out
8-Balls infamous shack was my last image before I blacked out
