[Verse 1]
They ask me am I okay,
They ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that because of the [bad word] that's been thrown at me
Or am I just a little snappy
And they genuinely care
Doody, most of my life its just been me and you there
and I continuosly stare at pictures of you
I never gotta say I love you as much as I wanted to but I do
Yeah I say it now and you can't hear me,
What the [bad word] good does that do me now,
But somehow I know you're near me in presence
Oh, I went and dropped some presents off easter to them
Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little
And dawg you'll never believe this but Sharonda actually talks to me now
Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces
Man how could you touch so many [bad word] lives and just leave us
They say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different
If it's [bad word] how the [bad word] am I supposed to get over you,
Difficult as it sounds...

[Verse 2]
Doody, that's what we called each other,
I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us,
We was always brothers
Never thought about each other's skin colours
'Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer
It was like 90 degrees I was catching a sun burn
Tryna walk under the trees
Just to give me [bad word] I'm moaning I just wanna get home
When I look over and your shirt is off
I'm like you gonna fry and you're like,
"No I wont, I'm black stupid
And black people they got melanin
in their skin, we don't burn"
Meanwhile, my face is glowing and I feel
Like I'm on fire
And the entire time you're just laughing at me
And snapping at me with your shirt, [bad word] And I still have to get you back for that [bad word] And by the way them Playboy rings,
My Mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back [bad word] it must have been at least 16 years ago,
Well I put 'em in your cask-oww
Moving past it, it still ain't registered yet
But you can bet your legacy they'll never forget
The Motor City, Motown,
hip hop vet, hip hop Shop, dreads
it don't stop there
Yeah, as difficult as it sounds...

[Verse 3]
And this may sound a little strange but I'mma tell it
I found that jacket that you left at my wedding
And I picked it up to smell it
I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass
And hang it up in the hallway so I can always look at it
And as for all of me and D12 we feel like [bad word] rap
It feels like our General just [bad word] died in our lap
We shut off all our pagers,
All our cell numbers has changed
Our two-ways are in the trash
So some cats will have to find a new way
And I know that it feels like the dreams will die with you today
But the [bad word] is there all still here and you ain't
Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressing on
Don't ever give up the dream dawg,
I got love for you all
And Doody, it's [bad word] you bought people together who never
Woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you
You were the peacemaker Doody,
I know sometimes you were moody
But you hated confrontation
And [bad word] hated the feuding
But you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping
If it had to happen, it had to happen
Believe me, I know you're the one who taught me to
Throw them balls back on Dresden
From making cars to paintballing
Getting arrested
To sitting across from each other in cells laughing and jesting
They tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question
I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up
Didn't show up for court
So we got off on a technicality, left sweating
Me, you and what's his face
I forgot his [bad word] name
Shame he even came to your funeral
He betrayed our team
And if I see him again I'ma punch him in the [bad word] face
And that's on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina's name
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