A lot of motherf**kers man
Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer
Lawon, goo serve, little Randy
That`s what I`m doin` this for

Yeah, we ain`t here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs
That didn`t make it in the struggle man

I`s remember when I was on a ave, clutchin` `em dimes
Got touchin` my spine, bustin` my rhymes
Feelin` like I`m livin` in them lost times
No sight of the future, damn right I shoot you
Palm tight on the rooster
Old in the face, `cause this hold on my case

Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like Obie, oh, he`s a bad case
He won`t last, his track record`ll do the math
Crack solicitation on the avenue is not new to your listeners
But this is true, listen up
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else

I might as well give this up, feel me now
From rocks to pow-pows, glocks to powder
I done did it all, so I clutch my balls
And notice they still here
So Obie is still here
So Kobe here`s to you and daddy`s new career

So grab your cups of beer
Put `em up let`s cheer
Here`s a toast to all my soldiers who ain`t here
This is it my ni**az this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out

Now grab your cups of gin
Put `em up let`s win
Here`s a toast to never lookin` back again
This is it my ni**az this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out

Now I understand every man got a story to tell
But f**k it, I got a story as well
Growin` up where us ni**az either buried or jail
Popped by `Dirty Harry` or popped by the cops for they yayo
Locked in a cell
Who`s to blame when I was raised in this hood

Where my crew was slain
Only a few remains, y`all talk about stuggle
With your bubblegum lifestyle, ni**a f**k you
I`m here today for fam passed away
Bodies deep six ni**a, flesh decay
Real cats who had techs to spray

Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave
The hood life is in me
So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream, `Give me`
Lend me your ear
I`m guarantin` y`all feelin` me
Straight from the block to the industry

So grab your cups of beer
Put `em up let`s cheer
Here`s a toast to all my soldiers who ain`t here
This is it my ni**az this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out

Now grab your cups of gin
Put `em up let`s win
Here`s a toast to never lookin` back again
This is it my ni**az this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out

Yeah, all my homies that`s deceased rest in peace
My ni**a KF Ski, little green
P-Funk you`ll be home in a minute ni**a
We get it poppin`
We got a chance to speak to the world ni**a
And I ain`t stopping
Straight off the craft, three one three