Hit-Boy✦
Yeah
Me and her is cool but she hung with dude's✦ girl
And dude is cool but he live how fools live when tools spit
He's in the middle of it, little nigga✦ shit
And I bet my chick be sharin'✦ our news
Tellin'✦ his girl when I told her about✦ my power✦ moves✦
You know? Showin'✦ off
Showed✦ her the Chloe I bought her, they both with floss
Her friend shinin',✦ fresher, she got broke off with more diamonds
They go to islands then they post pictures✦
I search her friend name, her page come up
She with a dude I said, "I know this nigga"✦
Then I showed✦ ol' girl, "Do you know this nigga?"✦
"Look closer,✦ for real, you ever✦ met this guy?"
I told her, "Zoom in tighter", she said, "We met one time"
Private investigator shit
Yeah
Me and dude alright
Seen him on the scene a few nights
Little chain and bracelets, nothin'✦ crazy✦ somethin'✦ light
Introduce himself to me, tough act
But he's a goofy,✦ he hype
Impressin' ladies✦ with his vest on tight
Like he a target,✦ a marked✦ man or perhaps hard to kill
But you attract what you fear and you ask for, for real
My girl says, "Why you ask about✦ him?
Back to the problem
Can't tell her it's an unsolved murder,✦ never✦ mind it
"Forever find it strange", she says
First you excited, then you silent,✦ somethin'✦ has changed?
She says, "I said I knew a guy and he had a beautiful mind
And who would have knew he would die, they ruled✦ it a suicide"✦
But that guy in the picture, sometime will ride with my nigga✦
Rest in peace, Half A Mill, a God amongst niggas
Was it self-inflicted? Somebody came to get you?
Maybe I'm paranoid
Somethin'✦ sabotagin' the path he was on
But you passed✦ on
You left us your scriptures,✦ I'm in the whip, playin' your songs
Then I saw your face, still remember when I brought you to L.A
And we performed on Keenan✦ Ivory✦ Wayans (Yeah)
And your light remains, rest up to TJ
That's Havoc's brother Killer✦ Black, went a similar way
I used✦ to call down to the crib, you would answer✦ the phone
And years later✦ you went shootouts with some of my mans with the chrome
Wow, so foul
How do projects turn to a war zone? This is the place we call home
Drama✦ homicide,✦ suicide✦ in our father's eyes
We programmed to survive but it's love that we don't prioritize
Speakin' of love, it was me and her
It was up between me and shorty,✦ we crushed
I felt she was sent from above✦
That kind of karma✦ with her, it's finally gone
I don't call her no more, we ain't talkin'✦ no more (We ain't talkin')✦