A lot of mother***ers man

Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer

Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy

That's what I'm doin' this for (Ew yeah!) Yeah, we ain't here to mourn

We here to celebrate

So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man (Ew yeah!) I's remember when I was on the ave clutchin' them dimes

Gut touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes

Feelin' like I'm livin' in them lost times

No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (Ew yeah)

Palm tight on the 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'll do the math

Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners

But this is true, listen up

I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else

I might as well give this up, feel me now

From rocks to pow pows, glocks to powder

I done did it all, so I clutch my balls

And notice they still here, so Obie is still here

So Kobi here's to you and daddy's new career So *** your cups of beer

Put 'em up let's cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah)

Now *** your cups of gin

Put 'em up let's win

Here's a toast to never lookin' back again

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah) Now I understand every man got a story to tell

But *** it, I got a story as well

Growin' up where us niggas either buried or jail

Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell

Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain

Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle

With your bubblegum lifestyles, nigga *** you

I'm here today for fam passed away

Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay

Real cats who had techs to spray

Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave

The hood life is in me

So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "give me"

Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteein' y'all feelin' me

Straight from the block to the industry (C'mon) So *** your cups of beer

Put 'em up let's cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah)

Now *** your cups of gin

Put 'em up let's win

Here's a toast to never lookin' back again

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah)