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Rest in to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the of his dome
of good nigga, yo
Gangsters dont die, niggas become immortal
Angels dont only fly, they walk right you
In front of you, its foul what this money do
Cash corrupts the
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking
Fucking with Stretch Live Squad
I couldve died the night that Stretch died
I just got out of his
He dropped me off and drove to
November thirtieth, Queens king killed
It fucked me up,
I was just trying to make it with Steve
The way, drug-free route
Back in the days, was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on it
to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them out, them M3s out
bringing them D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed
Colosseum downstairs, teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin
Vernon, even count the Livingston children
in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught out there, be a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be up in ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash
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 for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a
The Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas rap sheets like obituaries
You be in Kew Gardens
and milk from a small carton
You could still chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by its a dream
His face on his Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black murking
Back Black Rock & Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope in laundromats
bark, getting amped from weed
Over the of champions, see
Ever since back then, a been about the dough
(You all know how the go)
(go, go, go, go...)
(You all how the story go)
(You all how the story go)
(go, go, go, go...)

Any other real in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are well never paths
Put your glass high if you it out the stash spot
And here to tell a 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
the Patrn, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles out the sorrows
the memoriesll get us through tomorrow
Im a real O.G back in nine-three
Niggas couldnt fuck with me, 'gnac since I was little
back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddies caps all up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you Im still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash
And here to tell story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not
This for the fallen
it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke

the con realest channel his moms spirit
Goosebumps cover me, here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ me, our savior and healer
prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag put work in
You mean to murk him, your guns a virgin
Better on point, if not, its curtains
Bebo reincarnated through me, probably
If music money didnt me
I never claimed to be the
Though Im to blame for a few reconstructed
Its the that we was stuck with
Now Im the only black in the club rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but the hustlers went?
No familiar around, aint gotta grab the musket
Its all safe and sound, champagne by the
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 reason to get further
Put your high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and the glory
Drinks in the air for my not here
This for the soldiers
it down, I told ya
Pop another and keep the smoke rolling