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Yea... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this ones to all my dogs who didnt make it in the struggle..
I rememeber when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes
Gut touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes
Feelin like im livin in them lost times, No sight of the future
Damn right, I would shootcha, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cuz this ho in my face Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like "O? oh hes a bad case,
he wont last, his track record will do the math"
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
listeners but this is true listen up
I got a spew at it and keep it all truth or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, rocks to pow pow, glocks to pow-duh
I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
and notice they still here, obie is still here
So Kobe, heres to you and daddys new career

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Grab ya cups of *beer* put em up lets *cheer*
heres a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
this is it my nigga this what we boast about
get your bottle homie po' some out
grab ya cups of *gin* put em up lets *win*
heres a toast to never lookin back again
this is it my nigga this what we boast about
get your bottle homie po' some out

now i understand every man got a story to tell
buy fuck it i got a story as well
growin up it wuz niggaz either buried or jailed
popped by dirty harry or popped by the cops for the (yeo?)
locked in a cell, whos to blame?
when i wuz raised in this hood when my crew wuz slain
only a few remains. YOU talk about struggle
with your bubble gum life style, nigga fuck you
im here today for fam that passed away
bodies deep 6 nigga flesh decayed
real cats, who had techs to spray
babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
to the grave, that hood life is in me
so i, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
let me get air, im guaranteein yall feelin me
straight from the block to the industry

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All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
my nigga champsky, lil green
Pink (floo?) ull be home in a minute nigga
forget about it, i got a chance to speak to the word nigga
and i aint stoppin, straight from the (crab?)
313!