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Rest in peace to Just
Riding Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his
Definition of nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas only become
Angels dont fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its foul what this money do
Cash the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live
I couldve the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his
He dropped me off and to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, route
in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, keep on making it
Trying to leave out
But we was them Beems out, them M3s out
bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold mouth
warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, cant count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice
sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge be up in Peteys ten racks, yo
A bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
unified all I ask for
Lets do it for D.U, say up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas when I through

is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a
The Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets look obituaries
You be starving in Kew
Bolognas and milk from a small
You could still feel chills from the
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like its a
His face on his Shirt
in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from
the heart of champions, see
Ever since then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all know how the go)
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I
is, but odds are well never cross paths
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G cause in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, Eddies gold all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you know Im mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the spot
And to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the soldiers
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling

Watch the con realest his moms spirit
Goosebumps me, mothers here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ me, our savior and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag they put in
You aint mean to murk him, guns a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I never claimed to be the
Though Im to for a few faces reconstructed
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the went?
No familiar faces around, gotta grab the musket
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where went?
Old videos show niggas that was since
Another to get further bent
Put glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your and celebrate the glory
in the air for my niggas not here
This for the soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and the smoke rolling