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

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

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

Watch the con channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on
Liars brag they put in
You mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If money didnt stop me
I never to be the toughest
Though Im to for a few faces reconstructed
Its the game that we was with
Now Im the only black in the with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, aint gotta grab the
Its all and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas was murdered since
Another to get further bent
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell story 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 keep the rolling