ask me am I ok They ask me if I'm Are they asking me that of the Shit that's thrown at me Or am I just a little And they genuinely Doody, most of my life its Been me and you And I stare at pictures of you I never got to say I love you as As I to but I do Yeah I say it now and you can't me What the fuck good that do me now But somehow I know you're near me in Oh I went and drop some presents off to it to them Two beautiful boys of Yours to try to ease minds a little And dawg you'll never believe But Sharonda actually to me now Jesus and else is Just tryna up the pieces Man how you so many Fucking lives and just us They say has a way of Affecting different If true, how the fuck am I Supposed to get you as it sounds...
[Obie Trice
I drop a in the rhyme The day you find it is the day I missing Deshaun Holton. It was it was woven For a soldier to so suddenly got me wide open How can God a soul so dope and Turn around and leave us all broken? Know that you saying going Be a man no it's your duty till we meet again
Doody, that's we call each other I know where it Came from but it stuck with us We was always Never about each others' skin colours Til one day we was up the Block in the It was 90 degrees I was catching a sun Tryna walk under the Just to give me comfort I'm I just wanna get home When I look over and your is off I'm you gonna fry and like "No I won't, I'm stupid And black they got melatonin In their skin, we burn" Meanwhile, my face is glowing and I Like I'm on And the entire you're just laughing at me And snapping at me your shirt, bastard And I have to get you back for that shit And by the way playboy rings My mother stole you Well Nate got em back Shit it have been at least 16 years ago I put em in your cask-ahhh Moving it, it Still registered yet But you can bet legacy They'll forget The motor motown Hip hop vet, hip hop shop, It don't stop Yeah, as as it sounds...
[Obie Hook]
I a tear in the rhyme The day you find it is the day I missing Deshaun Holton. It was written it was For a soldier to so suddenly got me wide open How can God a soul so dope and Turn around and leave us all heart Know that you keep going Be a man no emotion it's your till we meet again
And may sound a strange but I'mma tell it I that jacket you left at my wedding And I picked it up to it I wrapped it up in I put it in glass And it up in the so I can always look at it And as for all of me and D12 we feel fuck rap It feels like our Just fucking in our lap We shut off all our All our cell numbers has Our are in the trash So some cats will have to a new way And I that it feels like The dreams die with you today But the truth is All still and you ain't Purple Gang, you keep pressing on Don't ever up the dream dawg I got for you all And Doody, true you Bought people together who been in the same Room if it for you You the peacemaker Doody I know sometimes you moody But you hated And hated the feuding But you were down for Whenever it to scrapping If it had to happen, it had to me, I know you're the one who taught me to Throw balls back on Dresden From making to paintballing arrested To sitting across from each In cells and jesting tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question I guess them hookers and bums we shot up show up for court So we got off on a technicality, sweating Me, you and his face I his fucking name he even came to your funeral He our team And if I see him I'mma him in the fucking face And on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina's name I let the pistol bang Just to leak a in the air For you and pour some Out for you with Obie in the lot of 54 before we were Supposed to get in To come and see you more as it sounds...