Based on a True Story, Part 2 Trick Daddy

Man, this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man
Damn, I miss my nigga man
That shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg

Man, I wonder what he was thinking about man
My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there
I got word inside of me
My nigga I know exactly what he was thinking, my nigga

Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla
"Holla nigga", I keep hearing sirens
In my sleep, I'm having flashbacks
A guilty conscious naw, "Why ya ask that?"
It's like this a nigga tried to cross me
I made him pay and now the devil calls me
But I ain't going 'cuz I'm rolling with the Lord G
And now I lay my soul to sleep

Ah pow, keep hearing gunshots
Bullets flying, seem like they won't stop
A call for help, but momma can't hear me
Save me, damn this nigga, trying to kill me
I'm bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin' caps
I feel cold, boy, where them paramedics at?
The first stop is intensive care
I'm seeing tripletts, blood flying every where