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Rest in peace to Black
Riding Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, to the side of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters die, niggas only become immortal
dont only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, its what this money could do
Cash the loyal
I hung E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with from Live Squad
I couldve died the same that Stretch died
I got out of his ride
He dropped me off and to Springfield
thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It me up, yall
I was just trying to make it with Stoute
The way, drug-free route
Back in the days, was sleeping on us
keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to leave out
But we was them Beems out, them M3s out
Pumping them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, cant even count the Livingston
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a cash flow
Get money, Manolo, home, Castro
Queensbridge all I ask for
do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
I just salute real niggas I pass through

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

Any other real niggas in the besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never cross
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to 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, the hood legends
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memoriesll get us tomorrow
Im a O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, sipping 'gnac I was little
Laid back in a
Mouth shining, Eddies gold caps all up in the
Nigga getting now, but you know Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to your 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 smoke

Watch the con realest his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, here, I could feel her
of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Drug up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, act like they killed on purpose
brag they put work in
You aint mean to murk him, your a virgin
Better stay on point, if not, its
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music didnt stop me
I never to be the toughest
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the game we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club with rich Yuppie
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers
No familiar faces around, gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, champagne by the
Where them niggas I shouted out on my shit?
Bo cooking blow, slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was since
Another reason to get further
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the fallen
Hold it down, I ya
Pop another bottle and keep the rolling