Pushin’ up Daisies

[Chorus: E-Dogg]
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go ’blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP’ tell me what you're gonna work now..
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..

[Verse 1]
My homie Ralphie’s pushing up daises
Layin’ in a casket
He got blasted tryin'a act hard
So they pulled his card
At the age of 8 he started hangin’ out with the taggin' crew
Now he's a little bit older and he's down for the color blue
When in school my homie used to get straight-As now he’s hangin' up on the street-corner gettin' blazed
Raised on a bad side of town
And when you from the other side
Homie
Then yo -- you catch a beat down
Now Ralphie's 16 years old, bold
Robbin', stealin'
He's got a 9(mm) and drug dealin'
He's now a criminal
Runnin' from the 5-0s, the narcos
Po-po's and the metros
Taggin' up his set everywhere he be
But it all came to an end in the summer of '83
Chillin' in the park with the homies in his crew
A 6-4 rolls by
And what does little Ralphie do? Take out a blue rag
Wave it up in the air and throw up his clip...
But you them vatos weren't havin' it
They pulled out two nines and everybody starts runnin'
Ralphie yells "NO!" but it's too late 'cause they're already gunnin'
They got away
But hold-up
Yo somebody's missin'...
They look back
And Ralphie's layin' in the grass
Twitchin'
Blood on his clothes and his homies yellin' "what do I do?!" and Ralphie's last words were 'tell everybody to wear blue' at his funeral
And then he died
His homie cries
As he sees Ralphie close his eyes
And now he's just a memory
Stick-up kid that was doin' dirt
All of homies got his name with 'RIP's on the back of their shirts...
And it hurts
'cause that stuff happens every day
Another victim to the ghetto
Man

[Chorus: E-Dogg]
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..

[Verse 2]
I'm always hearing about these gangstas
Playas
Pimps and ballers..
How they goes up
But lemme tell you about how deep they falls
Six feet underground's where their endin' up
How they're sendin' up bouquets of roses
'cause their foes is gonna deliver hot lead to your head
And some of them end up takin' unlimited naps in the county-bed
And their partners want the vengeance
Get out the black ski masks
Extra clips and load the engines
Load in a clip and hit a spliff
Let's do this homicide
It's time to take out one of them fools from the other side
(Aaight, where they at?)
There they go
Creep on 'em slowly...
Take out enough artillery to make 'em "holy"
And when it be on
Everybody be like "nahhh
Can't be me! I'm too young to die no God please
Help me!" You shoulda thought about that before you got struck
Now it's too late
Man, cuz you pushin' em up

[Chorus: E-Dogg]
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..

[Verse 3]
Everybody wanna play
But they don't wanna play
Just like Tony Montana
Tell 'em E: (Every dog has his day
It be appointed now for every G once to die..
And then be judged) for every sin and every homicide
They be wantin' to live that vida loca and be in control
But what does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul?
You can roll with me
As I creep through this hood
I be hearin' all the pain on the wall for the ones that stood..
Out for the hurt and puttin' in rk and livin' like a slave
Yellin' (I wanna be saved!) but now they're in their grave
And worse then that
Yo they be burnt-up like the third degree
They coulda-been free but now their homie's livin in misery
(In hell, because he rejected Christ as his savior
Could've been havin' lots and peace and love so now I say to ya..)
Get out the gang
Before the gang gets you
'Cause all this 'gang-recognize-gang' be driving me insane
I be going out with E-Dog and my boys down to San Mateo
(Cuz I never hesitate to preach the Word in a county jail!)
See nowadays folks be goin' under...
From New York to Chicago down to killer Cali and it makes me wonder
(Why-oh-why do you keep on actin' crazy?)
Give your life to Christ
Or you'll be -- you know the rest!

[Chorus: E-Dogg]
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..
Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..

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Now you're pushing up daisies
Six feet underground last thing you heard was the shotgun sound did it go 'blam' or did it go 'blow-POMP-POMP' tell me what you're gonna work now..