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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Glenn Jeffrey Tavas
Glenn Jeffrey Tavas
Guitar
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Latoya Williams
Latoya Williams
Vocals
Traci Nelson
Traci Nelson
Vocals
William Taylor
William Taylor
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E Pope
E Pope
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Latoya Williams
Latoya Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Doremus Clarke
Chris Doremus Clarke
Assistant Mixing Engineer
E Pope
E Pope
Producer
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Samuel Kalandjian
Samuel Kalandjian
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
93.5 K day
Giving you the taste of good life  your girl yo yo
Should I say is it still all good
Today at 12:45 outside the Peterson museum here in Los Angeles
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down
And pronounced dead at 1:15 this morning
As a result of the ongoing feud between east and west coast
The tragic death of Tupac Shakur who as gunned down in Las Vegas
Just six months earlier
Our prayers go out to the families
[Verse 2]
Westside radio Julio G
A sad day today for the west coast
We lost an icon y'all
Eric Easy E Wright
Passed away today at 6:45 pm
Cedars Sinai Hospital
Due to complications from A.I.D.S.
A definite west coast legend
Brought you N.W.A.
Brought you Michelle Le
Brought you D.O.C.
And the list goes on
We definitely gonna miss you Easy
[Verse 3]
Picture me rolling in that black B-M dub
Headed to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight
Beamer all rimmed up
Shining with the big homie
Five car caravan
Riding shotgun
Put that chronic smoke in the air
Me against the world
That's what I told my foes
So it's me against the world
Till they poke them holes
Leaning out the window
Flicking ashes off the indo
Throwing up westside
I see some of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she know
I'm feeling bad about that **** we stomped out in that casino
But fuck if it's death row
The big homie never told me
That my next blow could be my fucking death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready
I ain't even let my momma know
I ain't got no kids
I'm only twenty four
Before I can let the smoke out
**** let twenty go
The thirteen that hit the car was through the passenger door
[Verse 4]
Now come with it
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
[Verse 5]
I will always keep you near
I love it when they call me big poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll prop-a
Look I gots ta
Catch the first thing smoking in Cali
And hit one of my bitches in the valley
Gotta call my **** Sean
Tell him reserve the don
Tell him to get the chron and the teflon
I think they tripping off the homie getting shot
But God bless his soul
Lord know it wasn't pop
Or the Mafia
Kim tell cease get the fucking truck
We 'bout to hit the Wilshire district
Get fucked up
Pop mad bottles son
Twist up the Phillies
I'm thinking 'bout Tiana
These **** is looking silly
If this was Brooklyn I would up the nine milli
But fuck it we to the truck
Roll the dutch we out of Phillies
Hop in the front seat
Of that dark green Suburban
Heard another car swerving
Gunshots close the curtains
Biggie
[Verse 6]
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
I will always keep you near
[Verse 7]
Laying in the hospital bed with bronchitis
I can't talk
Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk
IV's in my arm
My wife Tomica at my legs
Ruthless I mean records
We got married on my deathbed
I could hear Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't hear cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit them **** was my dogs
**** with attitudes spray painted on the walls
I'm flatlining
It's bad timing
Straight outta Compton
The king of gangsta rap's dying
Cause of death
The A.I.D.S. virus
Conspiracy
I guess the government just hate violence
They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my kids grow
If I stayed quiet
Took twelve years for a real **** to break silence
Easy I had to let 'em know
You could catch me
Cruising down the street in my six four
[Verse 8]
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
To my friends
Never can say goodbye
Never can say goodbye
I will always keep you near
Bye
Written by: E Pope, J. Taylor
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