Ain't got too many good things to say,
So here's the message to Mr.DJ,
Play my music like I died! (to the DJ)
Like the Nina ain't Alive! (hit the replay)
Like I took the long ride! (on my D-day)
Like Everybody loved my music and the whole world cried.
Aim, Treat it, Like I was coming from billings on my way to spokane,
And u saw me twisted and mangled inside a rolled van,
Like it's so ugly the paramedics say "Oh MAN!"
There goes tecca nina with no life, but more fans!
Like in hell or I'm heaven, Just fell in from nine-eleven,
Propelling from high and dug in the concrete
Like my name was McBane and I check the mail and a bomb beat,
Life, havin' Griselda's dope and sellin' it beyond cheap,
Like i was in the mood for set trippin',
Fights, began and rugers get spittin'
Like my life is through and death slips in,
Like, There's no air left and my chest stiffens
Like I'm in the church and I'm preachin'
Lovin' the way sister lookin' out the service, we creepin'
Play my music like we was in the tele, deeper sleepin'
Then got murdered cuz her husband was the deacon.
Im tryin to complete it.. )