Yeah Yeah the cool
Turn me up uh-huh yeah
He came back
In the same suit that
he was buried in
Similar to the one his grand
father was married in
Yes he was still
fresh to death
bling two ear-rings
a chain laying on his chest
He still had it cuz
they couldn't find it
And the bullets from
his enemies sat like
two inches behind it
smelled the Hennesy from
when his niggas got reminded
and poured out liquor
in his memory
he didn't mind it But
He couldn't sip it
fast enough
So the liquor was just
filling the casket up
floating down
by his feet was
the letter from his sister
Second Grade hand-writing
simply read I miss ya
Suit jacket pocket held
his baby daughter's picture
Right next to it one of
his man's stuck a swisher
He had a notion as
he laid there soaking
Saw that the latch was broken
he kicked his casket open
and he
This life goes
passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You go and you
live then you die
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you by
Don't cry
If you breaking the rules
Making your moves
Paying your dues
Chasing the cool
Not at all nervous as
he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is
what he loosened up
the earth with
He used his mouth as
a shovel to try
and hollow it
and when he couldn't
dirt spit swollowed it
Working like a hmm
reverse archaeologist
Except his buried
treasure was sunshine
So when some shined through
a hole that he had drove
it reflected off the gold
and almost made son blind
He grabbed on to some grass
he climbed
Pulled himself up out of
his own grave and
looked at the time
On the watch that had
stopped six months
after the shots
That had got him in the box
wringing Henny out his socks
Figured it was hours
because he wasn't older
Used some flowers to
brush the dirt up
off his shoulders so
With a right hand
that was all bones
and no reason to stay
Decided to walk home so he
This life goes
passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You go and you
live then you die
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you by
Don't cry
If you breaking the rules
Making your moves
Paying your dues
Chasing the cool
He begged for some change
to get him on a train
Damn that nigga stank
is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt
but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection
in the window of
what he became
A long look Wasn't shook
wasn't ashamed
Matter fact only thing on
his brain was brains yeah
And getting back in his lane
doing his thang
First he had to find
something to slang
Next stop was his block
It had the same cops
Walked right past
the same spot
where he was shot
Shocked that some lil'
niggas tried
to sell him rocks
It just felt weird
being on the opposite
They figured that
he wasn't from there
so they pulled out
and robbed him
with the same gun
they shot him with
Put it to his head and said
You scared ain't ya
He said Hustler for death
No heaven for a gangsta
This life goes
passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You go and you
live then you die
O-oh-oh-ohh
If life goes passing you by
Don't cry
If you breaking the rules
Making your moves
Paying your dues
Chasing the cool