[Verse 1: Quan]
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That`s for my niggaz doin` years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That [bad word] whenever the reaper came to get `em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin`, let`s take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain`t here, the love is here
And we gon` rep `til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the [bad word] tryin` to gain
Smokin` trauma, sniffin` Ra while sellin` cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin` how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin` and thuggin`, folkin` and lokin`
Crypin` and creepin`, Latin and kingin`
Or just for poor righteous teachin`
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As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we`ll miss y`all
And even though life must go on, we`ll still mourn
While wishin` y`all were home

[Verse 2: Nas]
Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin`
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz
Here`s another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It`s to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street`s Disciple, salute to those who`s gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin` Quan gon` rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of [bad word] 
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin` that they don`t get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I`m still here, wishin` I was there with you
Let`s take `em home
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[Verse 3: Quan]
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun `cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya
Can we please have a moment for children?
Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by [bad word] dealers, killers and crack fiends
For single mothers that`s forced to play mom and dad
Bustin` her [bad word] to give her kids [bad word] she never had
For my niggaz in the pen hopin` rhymes`ll get `em signed
So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime
For very mother that held a son in the street bleedin`
Cryin` a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin`
Just a moment outside the day to day [bad word] To let the ones we really care about know that we love `em
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