| Im just sittin back man thinking about all the good times we had
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| Theres a lot of things been going on since you been gone
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| I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter
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| You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart
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| Yo, yo Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky
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| Blow somesmoke in the air so we both can get high
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| At night I hold my rosarys tight and hope to get by Close my eyes and ask the lord why he chose you to die
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| Though, I believe in God, I chose my own road cause of pride
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| I dont abide to no bible cause most of them lie
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| Lifes like a roller coaster ride, just try to hold on and drive
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| Its all about surviving, one day we all gonna die
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| I tried to hide all these feelings I was holding inside
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| Cause they always told me thugs aint suppose to cry
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| And show their emotional side
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| But, it soaked up my eyes
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| Cause I never had nobody really close to me die
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| Couldnt understand it at first, so how do this work
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| You were just here full of cheer, now I’m following your hearse
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| Its outta this earth, I felt like I was damn with a curse
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| Had to light candle in church to handle the hurt
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| In retrospect, I always respect the man that you were
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| A man of your word that always put his family first
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| With talent superb all you wanted was to be heard
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| And You got your chance all of your fans are proud of your work
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| You made it outta of the dirt and got on top of the world
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| But you still stood in the hood with your son and to little girls
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| You in iced out chains, your wife was rockin the pearls
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| You lived a ghetto fabulous life, the Bronx was your borough
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| And when the fame came you never changed. |
| You kept it so thorough
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| We did the same thing, poppin champagne to we earled
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| You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track
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| You had cats like How this fat dude could flow like that?
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| Is he black? |
| Is he packin the mack in the back of the acc?
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| The only Spanish rapper to snatch up a platinum plaque
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| Thats a fact. |
| Its been written in stones, from here to Rome
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| When it comes to spittin them poems. |
| You sit on the throne
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| I wish you was home. |
| Life is so different alone
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| Spoke to Liza and the kids, little Chris is so grown
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| Hes your own spittin image. |
| Its just like you were cloned
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| You know I treasure Manda and Sesha, like they were my own
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| Lizas still tryin to get it together
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| She had your back through the stormy weather
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| For that, I will never forget her
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| Times are tougher then leather
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| As for me, things could be better
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| I needed to clear my head up Thats why I had to write you this letter
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| Since you been gone, Joes been stronger then ever, still with Laurena
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| How can he go to bed knowing hes stealin your cheddar?
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| About a mil or better. |
| To me hes as real as pleather
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| We built this together. |
| Still, in all he had me set up I should of known better
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| I let it ride for too long
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| Let it slide for too long
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| Let it hide for too long
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| Now I am tryin to move on Without tryin to do wrong
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| but my pride is too strong
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| Im a ride through the storm
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| With a hundred troops strong
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| No bullet-proofs on Glocks cocked and locked and ready to shoot form
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| Im just tryin to put you on twin, to whats going on A lot of back stabbin since you been gone
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| A lot of whack rappin comin from the so-called Don
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| A lot of black ballin happenin. |
| No matter twin, I’m still going strong
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| Tonys still singin songs, tryin to swing it along
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| Hes no longer foundation, sayin Joe put him on Hes dead wrong
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| Armeggedion still aint on Prospect- back in the projects, livin with moms
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| Words born
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| Remys the realist, she know what the deal is feelin like there is still a chance wishin you could come and heal us But the thrill is gone, I’m no longer part of that
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| Im back where I started at Thats where my heart is at Cause God knows how hard I scrap
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| To try to keep it from this
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| I been a team player, he chose to play at his own risk
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| Sunkiss still comes around, we still get down
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| We puff a pound whenever Chuck and C come into town
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| Toom is illin, hes down in Orlando makin a killin
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| Buildin his own army with soldiers, ready and willin |
| Me and Seis still be chillin
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| Hes fine as well
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| Still rhymin, still grindin, only time will tell
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| Gillys stressed out, tryin to figure out his next route
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| Feelin left out
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| No more T. S, he checked out
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| Xed out his tattoos, but he still got you
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| B is still with me. |
| Full A Clips our old school crew
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| He stayed true, always been the coolest nigga we knew
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| Boobys up in the videos with you know who
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| You was the glue to the puzzle, the key to the struggle
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| The reason I even chose to be in this hustle
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| Twin, I love you
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| No matter what or who tries to judge you
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| Theres nothing worst than family and friends tryin to fuck you
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| I stuck through it all, and this is what it all lead up to Its the closest ones to you that will stick it in and cut you
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| So much for being humble. |
| I’m comin through with the shovels
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| Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble
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| On the double, so you can be at peace with your troubles
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| Cause even after death, you stress from all these scuffles
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| Guzzle the liquor, snuffing walls till theres blood on my knuckles
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| Watchin the devil chuckle, hopin I break down and buckle
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| In this jungle, its all about survival of the fittest
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| Though you died, you never rid us Twin your still alive in spirit. |
| I can feel it I know your up in heaven right now
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| Hangin out in thugs mansion. |
| You and Pac, whilin out
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| Livin the kings lifestyle, with platinum wings iced out
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| Bet you and Biggie in the Angels lounge, poppin Crystal
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| Getting high with Freaky Tah, lightin up white owls
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| Thuggin it out with Big L, rollin dice on the clouds
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| Aaliyah, smilin down. |
| Left Eye is still type wild
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| Buggin out, partyin, every bodys up in the house
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| You kickin freestyles while Master J hypes up the crowd
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| Aint no fights breakin out, its all love right now
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| Im just writing down how I feel hopin you hear me Puttin my heart and soul in it, so you can see it all clearly
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| I hold you dearly in my thoughts cause like you theres no other
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| Sincerely Yours, Cuban Link, your twin your brother
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| Baby I love you!
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| I still got your back twin
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| Your brothers here
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| You even got your own day up in the Bronx
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| We on top of the world
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| Yeah I’m a ride with you baby
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| Ill always ride with you til the day I die
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| Thats my word |