| Yo, what up my nigga? |
| Yeah it’s been a minute since I saw ya
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| I hear your lawyer still tryin' to get that appeal for ya
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| Wanted to holla and tell ya what’s poppin but you probly
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| Already know we been goin' through problems, anyway I
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| Hear you been excercisin and gettin strong in the mind
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| I hear you been searchin for God inside The Koran
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| That’s cool man, I been prayed up myself
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| I pray for my health and stress way less for wealth now
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| I’m still a soldier but I’m tryin to be one for Jehovah
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| We in the Last Days and tha Last Days is almost over
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| We all older now, my minds much stronger now
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| I can see in ya letters ya vocabulary’s broader now
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| I wish we woulda been this smart before we let this game rip us apart
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| But we forgot that God was our heart, heart
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| But dont even sweat it my nigga stay strong
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| And we gon kick it when u come home, my nigga Flesh n Bone, Flesh n Bone
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| I remember, remember back in the day
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| When we all used to hang, Yeah
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| Back in the hood that was a everyday thang
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| Yall remember, how we got in this game
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| We was all in the same
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| But in came the fame and thangs changed, thangs changed
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| What up Lay? |
| Hope you and ya family okay
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| I don’t even know where I should begin 'cuase I got so many things to say
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| We been dawgs since the Seventh Grade, the Seventh Grade
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| Struggled together for a better way, and better days
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| We was Kid n Play, Kriss Kross and all them niggas
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| They called you the light one and of course I was the dark skinned one
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| Hey! |
| You was the human beat box and I was the rapper
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| In the battles in between classes, those days
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| They ain’t the same no more, we don’t even hang no more
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| We let the fame destroy something’s that’s worth way more
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| 'Cuase friends are kinda hard to come by ain’t no tellin these days
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| We should of seen it comin' ain’t no trustin these snakes
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| But all in all, we had a ball
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| And even though we took a fall, it’s not for long fa sho!
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| We’d be some damn fools if we let silly ego’s
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| Come between some damn trues and cause a fam fued
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| Wish, my nigga, I can clearly remember
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| See me and you go way back to that day and night in November
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| Or was it December? |
| When you was mobbin tryin to rob some niggas
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| And I was out, put the slug in the pump and I cocked it nigga
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| But I had my finger still on the trigger, Oh my God, my nigga
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| Screamin at me like «You shot me nigga!» |
| and I was shocked my nigga
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| My ears started ringin, I was tweakin, blood was squirtin
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| You was swervin on the curb man, word man
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| Rushed to Emergency, coppers came and arrested me
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| Even though you told them I didn’t do it they cuffin me
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| We told them we was just chillin and niggas hit us
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| Half dead and ain’t snitchin now that’s the realest, that was the realest
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| That’s why we still down, what’s really real now
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| Make ya feel how, we in it to win it with a ill style
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| You suckas better recognize, better check it
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| When Krayzie and Wish head over ThugLine Records nigga
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| I ain’t forgot ya Bizzy Bone, what’s happenin?
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| We was always in some action every night straight to? |
| brackin? |
| its crackin
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| We walked the streets together, starvin, ain’t eat together
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| Slept outside in zero below, it’s gon freeze together
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| I remember I went to the county
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| And when I got out you went to bustin your pistol, nigga you rowdy
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| Now how’d all of a sudden it gettin so cloudy, so cloudy
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| They say Krayzie got problems with Bizzy, that’s why they, they breakin up
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| Only problem I had was you runnin out on the band
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| But you explained to me deeper and now I understand
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| So why is niggas beefin when there’s cheese to get and bread to stack
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| And head’s to crack, we got a deadly rap
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| Nigga together we the coldest, coldest
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| The realest East 99 soldiers, soldiers
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| United we ball, divided we fall
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| When Bone come back we silence 'em all |