Alive on Arrival
Down at the best spot Its me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose Heard six pops from a deuce deuce Big Tom had to push us 13 niggas runnin' straight to the bushes For they gats so they could draw down But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down Not known why I dropped out Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out So now I gotta jet Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin' wet Tryin' to see if we got him Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out Yelled to the homies then I blacked out Woke up in the back of a tray On my way, to MLK That the county hospital jack Where niggas die over a little scratch Still sittin' in the trauma center In my back is where the bullet entered Yo nurse I'm gettin' kind of warm Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin' form Coughin' up blood on my hands and knees Then I heard "freeze nigger don't move" Yo, I didn't do a thing Didn't want to go out like my man Rodney King Still got gaffled Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel Now I'm handcuffed Being asked information on my gang affiliation I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes And I'm a victim of neighborhood crime I need to see a MD And y'all motherfuckers giving me the third degree Look at the waiting room Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room Nobody gettin' help Since we poor The hospital move slow Now I'm laid out People steppin' over me to get closer to the tv Just like a piece of dog shit Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet One hour done passed Done watched two episodes of MASH And when I'm almost through They call my name and put me on ICU Halfway dead No respect and handcuffed to the bed Now the trauma starts 'Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart So I begin the ass kissin' Just to get looked at by an overworked physician Got the chills, but my temperatures 103 Only got a band-aid and an IV That's when I start cussin' Police steady askin' me who did the bustin' Why oh why can't I get help 'Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self Too many black bodies the hospital housin' So at 10 P.M. I was Audi 5000
Written by: GEORGE S CLINTON, RONALD DUNBAR, O'SHEA JACKSON, TEREN DEVLON JONES, MARK S JORDAN, DONNIE RAY STERLING
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