Alive On Arrival Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

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 niggaz 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 

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Woke up in the back of a tray 

On my way, to MLK 

That the county hospital jack 

Where niggaz 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 wanna 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 

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I need to see a MD 

And ya'll mothafuckers 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 layed 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 M*A*S*H 

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