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| A dedication to all them homeboys a
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| Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
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| Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme to you
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| That let you know how much love we got for you
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| So from here on out let your soul have a peceful journey
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| One love!
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| (Pimp)
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| Now I got love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies
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| In the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies
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| But they gone now and you better believe I cried my tears
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| Maybe the way y’all died it’ll make me change the life I live
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| Like my homie Juwan Tobin raised in the village of guilt
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| It’s like the whole world stopped spinning my boy when you got killed
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| And Rico Maye… maaan why you had to depart
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| I remember riding our bikes around Cedar Park until it got dark
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| And found lil' shot up Jordan they found your body parked in the car
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| I know you watching over your son from up above in the stars
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| An ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay
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| Cause with fluid on your lungs you died in the strangest way
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| You was my second cousin so I miss you every day |
| The beautifullest thing in this world to see your smiiling face
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| And Fred and Isaac damn I hate y’all died like that
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| Taking slugs in your back cause your truck got jacked
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| But lil' Isaac boy I wish you woulda had on a vest
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| And until this day I know your soul holdin' down the crest
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| And Peanut and Beesy both of y’all died for some girls
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| Yo' mama brought you here but haters took you out of this world
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| And Damon Frank from here on out we gonna hold your name down
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| The love you had for Hundred Station, Smiling Coat and Gumptown
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| And lil' Poony your soldier name was Eddie Hell
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| And all my thugs in Riverside gave you the truest fairwell
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| And that’s for real!
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| Now some people come and some people go
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| But how you leave this world young playa don’t nobody know
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| I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
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| I’m asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
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| Now everytime I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky
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| I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high
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| I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes |
| I’m asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to die
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| (Gangsta)
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| It’s been a struggle everyday just trying to fight to survive
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| It’s like the Gump ain’t been the same since my homies done died
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| Now Torio that was my boy since elementary days
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| I blow smoke for you in the air every time I get blazed
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| When Meatball took that fall I just couldn’t even cope
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| The last time I seen my boy was down in juvenile court
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| I tell my players hold your head and keep your Glock by your side
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| Don’t be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
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| Juwan Turner got killed man I can’t take it no more
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| I might be wrong but I don’t think it was my homie time to go
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| When lil' Junior died the Westside got out of control
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| We miss that brother soul how much he’ll never know
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| Oh and reminiscing on my boy lil' Khatto
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| I know you in that paradise cause that’s where all the g’s go
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| Pour out some liquor for my homies no I’m spitting these rhymes
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| Cause pouring out some alcohol can’t tell you how I feel inside
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| The days that we spent without your presence around |
| For all them players who didn’t make it we gonna hold this thing down
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| Until we meet again homies cause it ain’t gonna be here
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| I guess I’ll see y’all in the heavens where all the real g’s live
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| And that’s for real
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| Now some people come and some people go
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| But how you leave this world young playa don’t nobody know
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| I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
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| I’m asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
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| Now every time I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky
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| I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high
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| I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes
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| I’m asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die
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| (Pimp)
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| Now as I walk through the valley with the shadows of death
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| My homies gone so I’m walkin this valley all by myself
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| We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
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| I know you watching the world telling God how tight we was
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| You might be gone but you ain’t dead I feel your soul by my side
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| Asking me to check on your grandma to make sure she’s alright |
| I know it ain’t nothing I can say right now that can bring your life back
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| I don’t even hate the boy who killed you I’m gonna let God handle that
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| Cause who am I…
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| To judge a man for his sin and his faith
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| The only thing I can do for Willie right now is change my ways
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| It’s gonna be hard cause I’m a young playa that loves to get paid
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| Until that day I’m gonna pimp whores until I go to my grave
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| (Gangsta)
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| Now as I sit and reminisce upon my boy and all the things we been through
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| Who knew this early in our lifetime that the Lord would choose you
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| How can I make this pain I can’t take itit’s breaking me down inside
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| I’m asking the Lord to bless your soul as I wipe the tears from my eyes
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| I find it hard continuing life without you walking this earth
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| I guess we all gonna have to face death as an answer for birth
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| But where you’re resting now you’re free from all these criminal minds
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| I can’t lie I’m kinda glad you’re free from these struggling times
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| But yet and still I don’t understand why you had to go so soon |
| My deepest sympathy goes to your family for your loss was a harsh wound
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| So Rest In Peace lil Willie Dickerson another homie to mourn
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| But I can’t wait until Judgement Day when all our souls can rejoin
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| Now some people come and some people go
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| But how you leave this world young playa don’t nobody know
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| I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
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| I’m asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
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| Now every time I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky
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| I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high
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| I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes
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| I’m asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die
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| (Spoken by the Pimp)
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| …and that’s that Dirty Love we got for all them lost souls that done passed
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| away
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| In the Gump and we also dedicate this album to our close homeboy
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| Willie Dickerson
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| Rest in Peace my boy |