Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fallen Soldiers, artist - Cormega. Album song The Realness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aura
Song language: English
Fallen Soldiers |
What, I’ma live for my niggas |
I’ma shine for my niggas |
How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow |
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor |
Cuz he was reppin on his quest for dollars |
I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder |
I treasure our memories together, hard to believe |
I’ma never see you again, but I’ma make you breathin thru pen |
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again |
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends |
Still remember you, beefin over bullshit calls at basketball games cheatin |
Yo, my cipher ain’t complete, I’m sorry for that argument we had |
On twelth street over a sale, knowing well that you was seekin dough aswell |
What we made up the same night |
And thru the years remained tight, the same love |
The same drugs rockin the same Nikes |
Now that you gone, I’m here to reppin your name right, yo Chorus |
Did you ever lose a nigga you love? |
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? |
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged |
This song is dedicated to my niggas above |
Did you ever lose a nigga you love? |
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? |
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged |
This song is dedicated to my niggas above |
And to my cousin Bam |
You my fuckin man, I find it hard to understand |
You gone, you physical form is dormant |
I’m lost like the Bulls without Jordan |
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace |
Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics |
With the same intensity that I used to crush white |
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can’t help it Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart |
And even death can’t keep the two of us apart |
From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns |
Who ever thought we see this day come |
Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her |
That her younger child done her proud |
I know she heard about me runnin wild |
Ya’ll gone now, but livin in my memory |
Fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity |
Killa Black, whattup my nigga? |
I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will |
inside a ghetto heaven building |
With a Mac-11, stealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens |
Forty-First Side kid, you know me I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there |
Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there |
The same old thing, except there ain’t no pain |
Your brother Havoc doing his thing, yo ferreal |
It’s all good in the hood, the Escalade with the wood-grain |
Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed |
Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed |
Whether holdin heat, or in it for cash |
Some of ya’ll led sinister paths, some are pure like |
Dominican raw, knockin on heaven’s door |
The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law |
I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessy we pour |
Chorus with Variation to last line |