intro:word i you,i miss the god word....a powerful brother,man, he was was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with colorful low goose coming Medina, we boost we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah and RZA, came to the island one A nigga could to slow music, outdrink any nigga on the benches, we hitting reefer, he sold loosies five seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I know for his braids and a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his a hand, you quick, serving you remy Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten aiyo, if niggas could me, then roll up some broccoli ason, the heart of a lion, a purified the way he did it, with a mic and 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 just miss nigga and now i understand the meaning of love i kissed the nigga Interlude:ol dirty (sample) My name is ol bastard, youknowhatimsayin? i dont hide back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying? When i out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying so so so its like you got to it real nahwhatimean?
He had a heart of gold, intelligent from day one Loud as the ferry, best was momma Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby, she Dirty How to cook, clean, the songs, say the Old dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, while we sat the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, good 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, just in yourself That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the Land' Few pieces with his gold fangs, his fam (Brooklyn Zu) you know my was ill The first to say, "Yo, keep 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 from In my neighborhood, my know me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any They ain't gon' respect me no Youknowhatimsaying? Because -- you know people Got their about themselves, you know If you come the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying You couldn't, you get out the neighborhood But you never take the neighborhood out of the people Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to jump and crossover To the other side, people understand that, and don't like that That's why they don't be buying people See, we keeps it real, and we always keep it real You can't what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man