Based on a True Story, Pt. 1 — текст песни (Trick Daddy Dollars)

[Trick and Friend talking]
Friend: Man this street don`t remind y`all of Hollywood man
Trick: Damn I miss my nigga man, that shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg
Friend: Man I wonder what he was thinking about man
Trick: My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there
I got word inside of me
My nigga I know EXACTLY what he was thinking my nigga

[Trick Daddy]
Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla
Holla Nigga, I keep hearing sirens
In my sleep, I`m having flashbacks
A guilty conscious naw Why ya ask that?
It`s like this a nigga tried to cross me
I made him pay and now the devil calls me
But I ain`t going cause I`m rolling with the Lord G
And now I lay my soul to sleep
Ah ppppow keep hearing gunshots
Bullets flying, seem like they won`t stop
A call for help, but momma can`t hear me
Save me damn this nigga trying to kill me
I`m bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin caps
I feel cold, Boy where them paramedics at?
The first stop is intensive care
I`m seeing tripletts, blood flying every where
I`m stone black, But who turned the lights out?
Holy sire, Is it true I might die?
My bloods low, my hearts beating to slow
I`m on the edge, but I can`t let go
Is this the end I would stop breathing
Talk to me, Why is everybody leaving?
Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face
Looking like it`s gonna be a long day
What time is it?, What`s the days date?
What brings the crowd, Oh why these long faces
I`m getting kissed, but why on my forehead?
Pretty flowers, don`t tell me that a nigga dead fuck
Oh my, why all a sudden me
Fuck it, I wanna be free
Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words
Past the dust the last words that I heard

[Talking]
Lower the casket, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust