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, wallies them colorful low goose from Medina, we boost we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to Native, he used to beatbox, listen yo, before, the wu got on, him and allah just' and RZA, came to the island one A nigga could dance to music, outdrink any nigga on the benches, we hitting reefer, he sold loosies five foot a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I for his braids and lessons a wiseman with 120, kept a flag on his chest a hand, you quick, serving you remy Yo, lets to the fallen, lost forgotten aiyo, if niggas could hear me, roll up some broccoli ason, the of a lion, a purified mind the way he did it, a mic and some wine i never forget the days we used to sit back days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss nigga and now i understand the of love when i kissed the nigga Interlude:ol dirty (sample) My is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin? i dont hide back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying? 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, friend was momma Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby, she Dirty How to cook, clean, the songs, say the Old school and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, we sat with the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, health The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother like wealth ain't enough to live for But if you got love in your heart, believe in yourself 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 Allah, that's a blessing
[Interlude: Dirty Bastard Sample~] See, it's like, ok, I come from In my neighborhood, my people me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any They gon' respect me no more Youknowhatimsaying? they -- you know people Got their thing about themselves, you If you come from the neighborhood, You couldn't, you couldn't get out the But you could take the neighborhood out of the people Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like That's why they don't be buying music See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' it real You can't what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man