| What, I’ma live for my niggas
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| I’ma shine for my niggas
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| How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow
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| Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor
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| 'Cause he was reppin on his quest for dollars
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| I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder
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| I treasure our memories together, hard to believe
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| I’ma never see you again, but I’ma make you breathin thru pen
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| So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
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| Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends
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| Still remember you, beefin over bullshit calls at basketball games cheatin
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| Yo, my cipher ain’t complete, I’m sorry for that argument we had
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| On twelfth street over a sale, knowing well that you was seekin dough as well
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| What we made up the same night
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| And thru the years remained tight, the same love
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| The same drugs rockin the same Nikes
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| Now that you gone, I’m here to reppin your name right, yo
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| Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
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| Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
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| And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
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| This song is dedicated to my niggas above
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| Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
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| Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
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| And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
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| This song is dedicated to my niggas above
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| And to my cousin Bam
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| You my fuckin man, I find it hard to understand
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| You gone, you physical form is dormant
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| I’m lost like the Bulls without Jordan
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| Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace
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| Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
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| With the same intensity that I used to crush white
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| G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
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| And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can’t help it
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| Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart
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| And even death can’t keep the two of us apart
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| From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns
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| Who ever thought we see this day come
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| Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
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| That her younger child done her proud
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| I know she heard about me runnin wild
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| Y’all gone now, but livin in my memory
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| Fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity
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| Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
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| Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
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| And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
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| This song is dedicated to my niggas above
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| Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
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| Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
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| And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
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| This song is dedicated to my niggas above
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| Killa Black, what’s up my nigga?
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| I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will
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| Inside a ghetto heaven building
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| With a Mac-11, stealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens
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| Forty-First Side kid, you know me
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| I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
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| Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there
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| The same old thing, except there ain’t no pain
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| Your brother Havoc doing his thing, yo for real
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| It’s all good in the hood, the Escalade with the wood-grain
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| Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed
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| Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed
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| Whether holdin heat, or in it for cash
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| Some of y’all led sinister paths, some are pure like
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| Dominican raw, knockin on heaven’s door
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| The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law
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| I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessy we pour
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| Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
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| Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
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| And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
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| This song is dedicated to my niggas above
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| Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
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| Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
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| And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
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| This song is dedicated to my niggas, my niggas
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| Word! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fallen Soldiers, artist - Cormega. Album song 13 Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп