Lyrics For Da Brothaz - Kool G Rap

For Da Brothaz

I knew a youngster met him at 14 a very short scene\nFiendin' to make his dreams come true but see money was caught mean\nStarted runnin' wild and livin' life type of foul that\nwas my shorty’s style\nBut deep down in heart he was still only a child\nHe was typin' nice at ball if he had height y’all\nMight of been 'NBA Today' instead I watched his life fall\nBlowin' up the spots and poppin' them tec glocks\nCollectin' street props, splittin' tops, didn’t stop, so many men dropped\nStarted committin' murder after murder\nBlasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he\nflipped him like a burger\nSlipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger\nHe got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger\nAnd this type of street violence today happens too often\nIt hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin\nPeople droppin' a rose when the casket is closed\nHey yo, that’s the name of the game out on the street, that’s how it goes\nThey say: «Live by the trigger, die by the trigger»\nIt ain’t about whose gun is more bigger, nigga\nIt’s bout whose draw is quicker\nSo to my shorty dog puzzled I’m pledgin'\nDied at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend\n(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)\nKeep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another\nThinkin' back when I was chillin' with K-Von, but now he’s long gone\nSo I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on\nMe and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods\nRunnin around the neighborhood and up to no good\nStarted hangin' hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars\nThen put behind bars sellin' drugs and pullin' yards\nThen my crimey got locked up for cookin' the rock up\nStarted bouncin' uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up\nYeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin' with flashlights\nOn the double a fast life, that’s when he seen his last nights\nOut on the street runnin' from the heat\nThen got locked up from (Happy New Year!)\nAll the way down to (New Year’s Eve!)\nThe two of those in a wardrobe of clothes\nGot back on crackin', I let him whip the macks and go lookin' for hoes\nAnd then another sad story is headed for me\nWhen i found out another soldier died in the territory\nSo in memory of my dog I write a lyric\nStraight hopin' melodies travel from my mind to your spirit\nHear it when I get biz for K-Von, I’m pledgin'\nDied on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend\n(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)\nKeep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X\n(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)\nKeep it real on the street