Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven,
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven,
Six of us, holdin it, now it’s five rollin thick,
The sixth one’s parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo’ quick,
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin,
Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin,
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain’t around,
We all thought he was real ..he did the snake shit,
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth,
could’ve got us all wasted, what a fuckin 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.