intro:word i miss you,i the god word....a brother,man, he was live Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, with them 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 just' and RZA, to the island one morn' A nigga dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he loosies five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" I know for his and lessons a wiseman knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest a right hand, you quick, serving you Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up broccoli ason, the of a lion, a purified mind 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, him and yo i just miss this nigga and now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the dirty bastard (sample) My is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin? i dont nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying? When i came out my womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying so so so its like you got to keep it real
He had a of gold, intelligent soul from day one Loud as the ferry, best friend was Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught How to cook, clean, the songs, say the Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the We sip, we sat with the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, good The fortunes that came with the game, had my insane It's like wealth ain't enough to for But if you got in your heart, just believe in yourself was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black Land' Few jewelry with his gold fangs, his fam (Brooklyn Zu) you my brother was ill The dude to say, "Yo, keep it real" Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap Now he with Allah, a blessing
[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard See, it's like, ok, where I come In my neighborhood, my people me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to any different They gon' respect me no more Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you people Got their thing themselves, you know If you come from the neighborhood, You couldn't, you get out the neighborhood But you could never the neighborhood 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 music See, we keeps it real, and we gon' keep it real You can't what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man