Check the script, me an' the Gods get it ripped   Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip   Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast   We was laughin' at all the girls that passed      A conversation, niggas had begin to discuss   Hey, yo, Ra, what? Remember that kid you bust?   Ah, yeah, he ran but he didn't get far   'Cause I dropped him      Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead   My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread   Get the wonder, it's a hot day in the summer   Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner      "Hey, shorty, check it for the bag an' the dough"   But he was brave, he looked him in the eye an' said, "No"   But he splattered him, then he snatched the bag   In his pockets, then he jetted up the ave      Niggas screamin', the noise up an' down the block   Yo, Rakeem, what? Your little brother got shot   I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet   I saw the blood all over the hot concrete      I picked him up, then I held him by his head   His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was   Ahh, man, how do I say goodbye?   It's always the good ones that has to die      Memories in the corner of my mind   Flashbacks, I was laughin' all the time   I taught him all about the bees an' birds   But I wish I had a chance to say these three words