("Mind Playin Tricks On Me '94" by Scarface beat) It's a regular day and a regular routine Til I hear this tragic news from up out these fiends "Your man 50, just got popped nine times and I heard threw The great vine it's all cause his rhymes." In front of his grandmom standin' on the lawn Wearin' no teflon, I wonder if he gone I know in my heart I wanna cry Having thoughts in my mind that my man gon' die As I frantically run towards 50's spot I panically peep like fifty cops It was blue and whites, DT's and homicide With yellow tape blocked off on both sides With four-fifth shells on the floor The DT's ringin' doorbells goin' door to door Yo I'm stressed out, smoking bogey after bogey Duck in the ??? cause the ??? (f**ing) know me I jumped in G's truck and got a mac to spit And we did ??? ?? ??? At the time, I started to think back and (sh**) How we used to sling crack and stack our chips Wit Kev, Pete Low, Big June and kid And my man 50 used to smack a (b**h) And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4 And them hoes that we had at the Cash Money tour Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreaming All I see is 5-5-1 and it's beefin Baby moms screamin' whole family grieving But the word is, that my mans still breathing I drop to my knees and I thank the Lord And got a long (sh**)list all across the board Mother(f**er)