lotta' [bad word] man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
make it in the [bad word] man
I's remember when I was on the Ave.
clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine,
busting my rhymes
Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future [bad word] right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like "O? Oh he's a bad case,
He won't last; his track record will do the math"
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is [bad word] listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all [bad word] or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun 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 [bad word] 
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my [bad word] this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my [bad word] this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy [bad word] it i got a story as well
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about [bad word] With your bubble gum life style, [bad word] [bad word] you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six [bad word] flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry [bad word] 
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my [bad word] this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my [bad word] this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My [bad word] Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute [bad word] We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word [bad word] And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)