[ Intro - Cuban Link ] 
What up twin ... 
Im just sittin' back man 
Thinkin' bout all the 
good times we had 
It's a lot of things been goin on 
since you been gone 
I just thought it 
was time for me 
to sit down and write you a letter 
Nahm' sayin, a letter from the heart 
I miss you 
[ Verse 1 - Cuban Link ] 
Before I take a shot 
I always make a toast to the sky 
Blow some smoke in the air, 
so we both can get high 
At night I hold my roseries tight 
And hope to get by 
Close my eyes and ask the lord 
Why he chose you to die 
Though I believe in god 
I chose my own road 
cuz of pride 
I dont apply to no bible 
cuz most of them lie 
Lifes like a roller coaster ride 
Just try to hold on and drive 
Its all about surviving, 
one day we all gon die 
I try to hide all these 
feelings i was holdin inside 
Cuz they always told me 
thugs aint suppose to cry 
And show their emotional side 
But theres soak in my eyes 
Cuz I never had nobody 
really close to me die 
Couldnt understand it at first 
Yo how did this work? 
You was just here full of cheer 
Now im followin your hearse 
Since out of this earth 
I felt like I was damned with a curse 
Had to light a candle at church 
To handle the hurt 
And retrospect 
I always respect the man 
that you were 
man of your word 
That always put his family first 
With talent superb 
All you wanted was to be heard 
And you got your chance 
All your fans are proud of your work 
You made it out the dirt 
And got on top of the world 
But u still stood in the hood 
With your son 
and two little girls 
You in iced out chains 
Your wife is rockin them pearls 
You lived the ghetto fabolous life 
The bronx is your borough 
And when the fame came 
You never changed 
You kept it so thorol 
We did the same thing 
Poppin champaigne 
till we hurled 
You shocked the world twin 
Every time you rapped on a track 
You had cats like 
'how dis fat duke 
could flow like that ? 
Is he black ? 
Is he packin a mac 
In the back'ada' act ?' 
The only spanish rapper 
To snatch up a platinum plaque 
Thats a fact 
Its been written in stones 
From here to Rome 
When [bad word] to spittin in poems 
You sit on the throne 
I wish u was home 
Life is so different alone 
Spoke to Liza (1) and the kids 
Lil' Chris is so grown 
Hes your own spittin image 
Its like u was cloned 
You kno I treasure Amanda and 
Sha-sha like they were my own 
Liza still tryin 
to get it together 
She had yo back [bad word] 
this stormy weather 
For that i'll never forget her 
Times are tougher than leather 
As for me, things could be better 
Needed to clear up my head up 
Thats why I had to 
write you this letter 
Since u been gon Joe's (2) 
been stronger than ever 
Still with Lorena 
How can he go to bed 
Knowing he stealin 
your cheddar 
About a mil or better 
To me 
he just real as pleather (3) 
We built this together 
Still and all, 
he had me set up (4) 
I shoulda' known better 
I let it ride for too long 
Let it slide for too long 
Let it hide for too long 
Now im tryin to move on 
Without trying to do wrong 
But my pride is too strong 
Ima ride through the storm 
With a hundred troops strong 
The bullet proofs on 
Glocks [bad word] and locked 
And ready to shoot for him 
Im just tryin to put you on twin 
To whats been goin on 
lot of backstabbin 
since u been gone 
lot of wack rappin [bad word] from the so-called don 
lot of black ballin happenin (5) 
No matter twin, 
im still goin strong 
Tony (6) still singin songs 
Tryin to swing it along 
Hes no longer 'Foundation' 
Sayin Joe put him on 
Hes dead wrong 
Armageddon still aint on 
Prospect (8) back in the 
projects livi