Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six nikkas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five nikkas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four nikkas still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nikka ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake shyt
Fake shyt, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a fukkin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends
:donna: