Everyday niggas dieng in these citys, whether its murder, disease or straight up tragedy
R.I.P too al my lost hoodlums
(fire engine sirens)
Ayo,
Fire in The projects, Somebody call the cops
Theres a fire down the block, i aint callin the cops
Theres a fire in the projects, now they hoppin off the top
and the FD and The PD is blockin off the block
Ayo Miller projects, '04 niggas on the top floor
lobbys burnin up where the fiends used to cop raw
children lit up like candles, sprinklers is goin off
but the buildin is collapsin liek the beams is gettin blow torched
Debris in the parkin lot, fallin off the buildin
black mothers cryin in the street cuz they lost they children
Im down the block i heard sirens, niggas screamin for water
looked out the window, the whole block looked like a sauna
Yellow tape and Fire Engines with equipment in the back
niggas lookin even more black, ashes on they fitted caps
gangstas in the lobby, now gangstas in the grave
FD sprayin water but the fires in a rage
the fires in a blaze, my eyes sore from this eyesore
and the government wonderin why we get high for
But to the tenants up in miller, that passed away
In happiness and peace i hopeyour caskets lay
Ayo,
Fire in The projects, Somebody call the cops
Theres a fire down the block, i aint callin the cops
Theres a fire in the projects, now they hoppin off the top
and the FD and The PD is blockin off the block
yeah i know yo uaint used to heari nthat form a nigga like me
R.I.P
