Lyrics
What's up, D.M.G.?
What's up, chief? Oh, man, man, what time is it, man?
It's early, man
Man, what's happening?
Shit, got some bad news for you, man
What's that?
Mad Ron done smoked, man
Damn! Uh-uh, man, you lying!
Spit it out, man
Oh, man! Man, well, check this out
Let me call the crib, man, and check on him
Aight
Aight, I'll get back to you
Yeah
Early Friday morning rings the phone
My cousin Mad Ron was found dead
Frozen in the snow, clothes bloody red
I couldn't help but bust a cry
'Cause all that I could say is, "Why my nigga Mad have to die?"
I call my aunt to pay respects to her
And show her my emotions as is I was sitting next to her
I'm tripping 'cause I'm far away from home
And all I'm hearing from my family is my boy's gone
I'm hurting deep in the worst way
My cousin lost his life on our grandmother's birthday
And this shit is getting deep
I try to make it home, but I'm in trouble with them police
So when I sleep, I bow my head down on my hands and knees
And pray the Lord that the deceased rest in peace
May the deceased rest in peace
Mad Ron, rest in peace
Let him rest
But I'ma see you in the next life
To my homies Teddy, Bobo, Dinner and a little Furb, Chris and Dre
Yo, all I can do is wish away
And do the things that a real homie supposed to, straight on up
Like put your name in a song or two, yeah
But still that ain't enough to bring you back, man
I try my hardest, but I still can't understand, man
Why my niggas had to be the ones to go
And part the people that they grew up with and love the most
The list is getting longer as I go
It's got me paranoid, thinking will I be the next to let it go?
I try to do for my kids while I'm here
'Cause when I'm gone, daddy gone, so hold your head up and continue on