They ask me am I ok. They ask me if I’m happy Are they asking me that because of the sh-t thats been thrown at me Or am I just a little snappy And they genuinly care Doody, most of my life its just been me and you there And I continuosly stare at pictures of you I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to but I do Yeah I say it now and you can’t hear me What the fuck good does that do me now But somehow I know you’re near me in presence Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little And dawg you’ll never believe this But Sharonda actually talks to me now Jesus and everyone elese is just tryna pick up the pieces Man how you touch so many lives and just leave us They say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different If its true how the fuck am I supposed to get over you Difficult as it sounds
Chorus [Obie Trice]: Dudey! I drop a tear in the rhyme, the day you find it is the day I stop missing DeShaun, Holton, it was written, it was woven for a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open I could die, take my soul, so dope and, turn around, leave us all heartbroken Know that you said keep going, be a man, no emotion, it's your duty, till we meet again, my Dudey.
Dudey, thats what we call eachother I don’t know where it came from but it just stuck with us We was always brothers Never thought about eachothers skin colours Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer It was like 90 degrees I was catching a sun burn Tryna walk under the trees Just to give me some comfort I’m moaning I just wanna get home When I look over in his shirt is off I’m like you gon fry and like No I wont, I’m black stupid Black people they got melatonin And their skin don’t burn Meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt Like I’m on fire And the entire time you’re just laughing at me And snapping at me with your shirt bastard And I still have to get you back for that shit And by the way them playboy rings My mother stole from you Well I finally got em back shit It must have been at least 16 years ago Well I put em in your casket Moving past it, it still aint registered yet But you can bet you’re legacy they’ll never forget The motor city mo-town Hip hop vet, hip hop shop, dreads It don’t stop there Yeah, as difficult as it sounds
Chorus [Obie Trice]: Dudey! I drop a tear in the rhyme, the day you find it is the day I stop missing DeShaun, Holton, it was written, it was woven for a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open I could die, take my soul, so dope and, turn around, leave us all heartbroken Know that you said keep going, be a man, no emotion, it's your duty, till we meet again, my Dudey.
And this might sound a little strange but I’mma tell it I found that jacket that you left at my wedding And I picked it up to smell it I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass And hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it And as for me and D12 we feel like fuck rap It feels like our general just fucking died in our lap We shut off all our pages, All our cell numbers is changed Our two-ways are in the trash So some cats will have to find a new way And I know the dreams will die with you today But the truth is there all still here and you aint Purple gang, you gotta press on Don’t ever give up the dream dog I got love for you all And Dudey, it’s true you bought people together who never Woulda been in the same room if it wasn’t for you You were the peacemaker doody I know sometimes you were moody But you hated confrontation And truly hated the feuding But you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping If it had to happen, it had to happen Believe me, I know you’re the one who taught me to Throw them balls back on Dresden From making cars to paintballing To getting arrested To sitting across from eachother in cells laughing and jesting They tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up Didn’t show up for court So we got off on a technicality, left sweating Me, you and whats his face I forgot his fucking name Shame he even came to your funeral He betrayed our team And if I see him again I’mma punch him in the fucking face And thats on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina’s name I let the pistol bang once just to leak a shot in the air For you and pour some liquor out for you with Obie in the parking lot of 54 Just before we were supposed to get in cars To come and see you It’s more difficult as it sounds.
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