| First Blood died, then Reg Def | 
| Then Big L killed, his brother Lee next | 
| Weeyes, E stress, V next, late 90's Lynch Mob, Lou Simms, Squeeze Texx | 
| C2 died, Pap Lawdy gone (gone) | 
| Lawdy ma nigga I miss him, shot to Lawdy moms | 
| Two 5, Hefele 33rd, he got shot in Mt Vernon, it’s a dirty world | 
| Then grandpa Jerry, his son Theodore | 
| Ma neighbour, Frieda, Warnell too, Jesus Lord | 
| R.I.P. | 
| Mamsy, my boys Bert an Jazz, Vernon an DJ, Ake man- first half | 
| They shot me, word black no dirt nap | 
| I thank God, Henlo, the lam murf texx | 
| It gets me bitter, forget d twitter I stay high and glitter | 
| Cause I miss my niggas | 
| You’re the sweetest thing I know | 
| But then the rain blows cold | 
| There’s no power on this earth | 
| To separate us baby! | 
| Cause | 
| No Cosby show, rocky roads | 
| So it’s fuck haters, weirdos and cocky hoes | 
| I’m from Lennox Ave, shots fired, stop and roll | 
| Or shoot back and let him catch it like a common cold | 
| We had common goals, but even mama knows | 
| Our drama goes Obama with the Llama, they dominoes | 
| I’m Brett Favre, rather sorta like em | 
| I took my cheeseheads on Jets to see my Vikings | 
| I quarterback em, it’s more than rapping | 
| Few names won’t say, but I oughta slap em | 
| They envious of the ambiance | 
| Guess it’s strenuous living with your mom and aunt | 
| You thirty-something | 
| Yeah, thirty-something | 
| No ki’s, pounds, towns on the curb he pumping | 
| I’m top model, getting model top | 
| I bust a nut like a bottle pop, Mazel Tov |