Never Can Say Goodbye
"93.5 K-DAY, givin you the taste of good life, your girl Yo-YoShould I say is it still all good?Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los AngelesNotorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morningAs a result of the ongoing feud between East and West coastThe tragic death of 2Pac Shakur who was gunned down in Las VegasJust six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families."
"Westside Radio, Julio GA sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'allEric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PMCedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDSA definite West coast legend, brought you N.W.A.,Brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the list goes onWe definitely gon' miss you Eazy."
[The Game - impersonating 2Pac]Picture me rollin in that black B-M-dub, headed to the clubFresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed upShinin' with the big homie, five-car caravanRidin shotgun, put that chronic smoke in the air"Me Against the World" is what I told my foesSo it's me against the world, 'til they poke them hoesLeanin out the window, flickin ashes off the indoThrowin up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolkPull that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knowI'm feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in that casinoBut fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie never told meThat my next blow could be my fuckin death blowTell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma knowI ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'Before I can let the smoke out, niggas let twenty goThe thirteen that hit the car was through the passenger do'Now come wit it
[Hook: Latoya Williams]Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends)Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends)Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends)Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will always keep you near)
[The Game - impersonating Notorious B.I.G.]I love it when they call me Big Popp-aI only smoke blunts if they roll prop-aLook I gots ta, catch the first thing smokin in CaliAnd hit one of my bitches in the valleyGotta call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the donTell him to get the chron' and the teflonI think they trippin off the homie gettin shotBut God bless his soul, Lord know it wasn't PopOr the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the fuckin truckWe 'bout to hit the Wilshire district, get fucked upPop mad bottles son, twist up the PhilliesI'm thinkin 'bout T'yanna, these niggas is lookin sillyIf this was Blook-lyn I would up the 9-milliBut fuck it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of PhilliesHop in the front seat, of that dark green SuburbanHeard another car swervin, gunshots close the curtains; Biggie!
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[The Game - impersonating Eazy-E]Layin in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talkWalked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walkIV's in my arm, my wife Tomica at my legs+Ruthless+, I mean Records, we got married on my deathbedI could hear Jerry Heller in the hallBut I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at allThrough all the bullshit them niggas was my dawgsNiggas With Attitudes spraypainted on the wallsI'm flatlinin, it's bad timin+Straight Outta Compton+, the king of gangsta rap's dyinCause of death, the AIDS virusConspiracy, I guess the government just hate violenceThey thought my group influenced the L.A. riotsWoulda been here to see my kids grow, if I stayed quietTook 12 years for a real nigga to break silenceEazy I had to let 'em knowYou could catch me, cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
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