What, I'ma live for my niggas I'ma shine for my niggas
How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor Cuz he was reppin on his quest for dollars I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder I treasure our memories together, hard to believe I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathin thru pen So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends Still remember you, beefin over bullshit calls at basketball games cheatin Yo, my cipher ain't complete, I'm sorry for that argument we had On twelth street over a sale, knowing well that you was seekin dough aswell What we made up the same night And thru the years remained tight, the same love The same drugs rockin the same Nikes Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin your name right, yo
Chorus Did you ever lose a nigga you love? Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged This song is dedicated to my niggas above Did you ever lose a nigga you love? Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged This song is dedicated to my niggas above
And to my cousin Bam You my fuckin man, I find it hard to understand You gone, you physical form is dormant I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics With the same intensity that I used to crush white G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart And even death can't keep the two of us apart From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns Who ever thought we see this day come Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her That her younger child done her proud I know she heard about me runnin wild Ya'll gone now, but livin in my memory Fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity
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Killa Black, whattup my nigga? I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will inside a ghetto heaven building With a Mac-11, stealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens Forty-First Side kid, you know me I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there The same old thing, except there ain't no pain Your brother Havoc doing his thing, yo ferreal It's all good in the hood, the Escalade with the wood-grain Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed Whether holdin heat, or in it for cash Some of ya'll led sinister paths, some are pure like Dominican raw, knockin on heaven's door The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessy we pourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
