Royce Da 5'9" - Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts) Lyrics
Yeah, my nigga, we're greater than friendsAll we know is the beginnin', nobody controls the way that it endsI got the weight of the world on my shouldersAnd one phone call can change it, make it fall 'til I'm all caved inMy homie got shot and it's not lookin' good for himNo, this is not happenin', knock on wood for himSpeedin' to the hospital cryin', askin God, whyI'm mashin', my car movin' as fast as my mindThis is not happenin' to meMy homie will not and I repeat will not flat lyin' on meHow can I explain this vividly to your momThat this is behind entertainment? She won't get itAll she understands is the boy that she raised just mightDie in a hospital bed fightin' for his lifeI'm prayin', standin' over youLookin' at you hooked up to a machine, holdin' your hand, sayin'Don't you go nowhere, stay here with me'Cause if you leave me, it'll hurt so badDeath is certainly gon' catch you(They can take me)Whoever special, you will be left hurt(I'll take yo' place)This is the cold, harshness of lifeJust when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life('Cause it hurts so bad)You're tearin' our team apartThough time heals all of our wounds, it's still leavin' a markI took it too far, the feelin' that's hidden deep in my heartComes out when I look at the scarAnd I can't kill nobody to get you backNigga, that's somethin' that time can't healWhile I'm sayin' my grace, I'll be lookin' up at the skyAnd tellin' God that he's makin' a mistakeYou can't take away one brother and leave the rest of the cliqueLord please, double check yo' listAnd if you get to his name and it's a check beside itDeath comes in three's, take me nextBut don't make me sweat, pleaseI won't make it, I get restless speculatin'Sons should bury mothersEvery mother don't wanna bury her son, they're sayin'Don't you go nowhere, stay here with me'Cause if you leave me, it'll hurt so badDeath is certainly gon' catch you(They can take me)Whoever special, you will be left hurt(I'll take yo' place)This is the cold, harshness of lifeJust when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life('Cause it hurts so bad)Death is certainly gon' catch youWhoever special, you will be left hurtThis is the cold, harshness of lifeJust when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, lifeDeath is not, no optionI'm pullin' money outta my pocket tryin' to con the doctorPlease, treat this thug the way you would treat yo' babyThe way that you would treat yo' blood, I'll payAs heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are'Cause I be checkin' er everydayI know we are a hairful but doc this ain't one of themThat came through shot that should've been careful'Cause no dude could bleed the way his heart pumpsMore than any patient that rode through that you seenThe reason that he's my man 'cause I tell himIf he can hear me, to squeeze my hand and he squeezesSo I tell him some thingsDon't let them machines help you breathe, don't leave from receivin''Round quarter to eight, his mom's is sleepin'His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight(Go straight)Call the doctor, give him all you gotShock him, he gon' tell you it's too lateCall the doctor, give him all you gotShock him, it's too lateDon't you go nowhere, stay here with me'Cause if you leave me, it'll hurt so badDeath is certainly gon' catch you(They can take me)Whoever special, you will be left hurt(I'll take yo' place)This is the cold, harshness of lifeJust when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life('Cause it hurts so bad)Death is certainly gon' catch youWhoever special, you will be left hurtThis is the cold, harshness of lifeJust when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, life and death
