All I hear is silence I remember death was violent

Bitches wilin’ sounds of gunshots 5-0h’s sirens

Exhaust from the car that took off stained the air

But didn’t subdue the piercing smell of fear

When did I fall I ponder, I remember standing up, shots came like slow mo

I saw my foe take it in the gut

Me, I spun around to hear his man shout "Whassup!"

Roc yelled duck! A second call came from Dutch

To my left I watch this chick grab her kid close to her breast

And scampered to a corner, like she knew I was a goner

I’m numb now I hear my man Dre voice

Police is tellin’ him that I must’ve made a bad choice

I see golden street lights, But I’m not starin’ up

Police is watchin' over me I see them but my eyes are shut

One is bendin’ down, he starts to talk investigation

While he’s streakin’ chalk on the pavement the conversation strays with

The Heat vs. Knicks, his favorite flicks, how he fucks a chick then the
other cop starts to spit

The Foamy liquid hits the street the residue hits my cheek

then the other cop start to speak.

He said these niggers are dumb

"The fuck they care about?

Their construction boots a chain and a gun. Who got this one?"

"Who knows." The other cop replied

Spittin' and shit, an eraser of a pencil pokin' at my hip

He said I took a bad one its bad luck I’m stuck

The bullet struck a major artery, I guess I’m not getting up

He said "What a mess, a lot of blood, like I give a fuck, I’m homicide, let
forensics clean it up!"

A tear welled inside my eye I see a passer by I cried, please don’t let me
die.

But fuck it, two tears in a bucket. I did it now I’m stuck with it, a
statistic,

I wish it hadn’t come to this.

Even in death revenge was my last breath, if I had one wish

I would wish for a Tech

And a bullet for the punk who pulled it, I despise

I plastic glove blesses my eyes, I rise