intro:word i miss you,i the god word....a brother,man, he was live was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, with them colorful low goose coming from Medina, we we up in A&S, slipping and to bedstuy Native, he to beatbox, thousands'll listen yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah and RZA, came to the one morn' A could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I for his braids and lessons a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a on his chest a hand, you quick, serving you remy Yo, toadt to the fallen, lost forgotten aiyo, if niggas hear me, then roll up some broccoli ason, the of a lion, a purified mind the way he did it, a mic and some wine i would never forget the we used to sit back days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i miss this nigga and now i understand the meaning of when i kissed the nigga dirty bastard (sample) My is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin? i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying so so so its like you got to keep it real
He had a heart of gold, intelligent from day one Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty How to cook, clean, the songs, say the Old school and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, while we sat the O.G.'s of self, good health The fortunes that came with the game, had my insane It's like wealth ain't enough to for But if you got love in your heart, just believe in That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black Few jewelry pieces with his fangs, his fam (Brooklyn Zu) you know my was ill The first dude to say, "Yo, it real" Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap Now he with Allah, a blessing
[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Sample~] See, it's like, ok, where I come In my neighborhood, my know me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to any different They ain't gon' me no more Youknowhatimsaying? Because -- you know people Got thing about themselves, you know If you come from the neighborhood, You couldn't, you couldn't get out the But you could never take the out of the people Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like and crossover To the other side, understand that, and they don't like that That's why they don't be buying people See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' it real You can't knock what's real, We telling the truth, man