Fallen Soldiers

Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah man, knowhatI'msayin, son?

Times be like that, my nigga died

You wake up the next day, and that shit really hits you like

"Damn, I ain't gon' see my nigga no more."

Shit's fuckin me up times, son

Word, yo, yo, yo

Yo, we bled for hours, now I learned to ?dwell? tomorrow

I had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor

'cause he was reppin on his quest for dollars

I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder

Now I treasure our memories together, it's hard to believe

I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathin through pen

So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again

Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends

I still remember you, beefin over bullshit, at basketball games cheatin

Yo, my cipher ain't complete, yo I'm sorry for that argument we had

On 12th Street over a cell, now I'm well into seakin ??? well

What we made up the same night

And through the years remained tight, the same love

The same gold rockin the same nights

Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin your name right

Chorus: (2x)

Did you ever lose a nigga you love?

Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?

God forgive me for fillin niggas with slugs

And is it a crime when we was dealin these drugs?

And to my cousin Ben

my muthafuckin man, I find it hard to understand

That you gone, you physical form is dormant

I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan

Tell my man J.B. from ??? I said peace

Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics

With the same intensity that I used to clutch right

G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it

And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it

Analyse, never think I forgot you, son you my heart

And even death can't keep the two of us apart

From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns

Who ever thought we see this day come

Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her

That her younger child done her proud

I know she heard about me runnin wild

Ya'll gone now, but livin in my memory

You fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity

Chorus

Killa Black, whattup my nigga?

I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will

inside a ghetto heaven building

With a Mac-11, dealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens

Forty-First Side kid, you know me

I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there

Navigator ?rents been a shine and live brighter yeah?

The same old thing, gun, game and cocaine

Your brother Havoc got a platinum gold chain (shinin, kid)

Son, it's all good in the hood, I'm in a Lex with the wood-grain

??? is never misunderstood, dearly departed

Hear me acknowledge real niggas who passed

Wheather holdin heater, in it for cash

Some of ya'll ???, some are pure like

Columbian raw, knockin on heaven's door

The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law

I reminisce your memories, for you this Hennessy I pour

Chorus

Yeah, to all my niggas me

I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tight