[INTRO:]
Yea... yea... this PT... [bad word] .. representin my DJ SQUEAKY!(SQUEAKY!)... [bad word] ..

[Background:]
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone 
All my niggas that left ya live on
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone 
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone 

[Foreground:]
We live forever baby... (put ya lighters up)
Y'all will never die baby...
You live forever baby... (put ya lighters up)
You live through me...

Yea... Yea... [random yea's throughout the next part]
What's up John Reed? Uncle Sweet... Uncle Randy(What's up sweet? I see you baby!) Gangstas [bad word]  Randy Van Troy! Rest in peace gangsta! Yea! We love you gangsta! Rest in peace gangsta! I know y'all niggas lookin down on me!

[VERSE:]
I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone 
All my niggas that left ya live on
Now Everybody! I need to put ya lighters up!
WeLL UH HUH! I need to put ya lighters up!
I done lost a lieutenant, a mother lost her son
brother lost a brother, and that's not including others
That you touch through your personality
And since I lost you the devil breathin'[?] after me
But I'm'a prevail from ATL
And know that I'm missin' you like [bad word] like [bad word] 
I'm talkin' bout a hood tragedy [bad word] And everybody always askin me [bad word] I love this [bad word]  we ate together
The same fork off the same plate together
I wish I would've been there when they came
I would've left 'em in a flame

[HOOK: x2]
But I'm'a see him at the crossroads
I got some blunts and some liquor
Sack of Timmy and some [bad word] I'm'a picture(or pitcher I'm not sure)
I'm'a see him at the crossroads
Cuz that's my [bad word]  [bad word] So he won't be lonely(lonely)

[VERSE:]
Hit the club, hoes askin' where you at
"Chillin' with the father" I reply back
Sack after sack after sack after sack
They ain't even have to do ya like that
But niggas full of [bad word] so I don't [bad word] wit 'em
Niggas lookin crazy, I get right with 'em
They killed my dog, They killed my ace
Forever I miss ya, Ya can't be replaced
I wish I would've been there when they jacked
I'd blew 'em out the door with that [bad word]  mack [imitating gunshots vocally]
I'd walk blackbottom for my [bad word]  dogs
Look him in his eyes, leave him in the fog
I love ya unc, I miss ya man
And I can't wait to grab ya hand
And pull ya close and embrace ya with the other
Man you my [bad word]  brother

[HOOK: x4]
But I'm'a see him at the crossroads
I got some blunts and some liquor
Sack of Timmy and some [bad word] I'm'a picture
I'm'a see him at the crossroads
Cuz that's my [bad word]  [bad word] So he won't be lonely(lonely)