| We gather here today to pay our last respects amid a sad but fond farewell
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| We are also here in our own way to honor and celebrate your life
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| When I first met you, it was back in '95
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| When I used to battle other rappers at the football game
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| In the crowd you would always stand out
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| 8th grader big as hell but you ain’t' never look your age
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| In 9th grade you were killin seniors on the field
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| People talkin' bout the records that they watch you break
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| Popular as hell, everbody knew Charles
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| Bondin with you on the night we slap boxed and blazed
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| We was up in Breckeridge Crest we were just kids
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| Smokin blunts in front of your apartment place
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| You introduced me to my best friend who was your best friend
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| I remember when he called that day
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| He told me that they shot you in the back you was winnin in a fight
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| And ever since it ain’t been quite the same
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| So much personality and talent why they had to take your life away
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| I’m screamin hold on
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| I’m screaming hold on
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| Here one day and the next they gone
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| But they way too young to have to tell 'em so long
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| So long
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| Have to tell 'em so long
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| You was a new kid at school from New Jersey
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| Used to rock the Timbaland boots with the camo suit
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| Used to go inside the kids' pockets in the parking lot before school
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| They were scared of you
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| Me and you were cool
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| We had mutual friends bumpin' DJ Clue up in RJ’s crib
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| You had a reputation for playing no games
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| Hitting licks and making people take off all they shit
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| As time went on, you became a good friend, let your guard down
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| We would smoke and talk 'bout rap
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| When Slick was in jail you would check up on me
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| Told me call you if I had a problem 'cause you got my back
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| When I was outta work, selling herb, you would front me QP’s
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| Chill and listen to the verse I dropped
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| Me and you was laughing saying it’s ironic that my mama was your nurse when you
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| first got shot
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| In your shoulder but you took it like a soldier
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| Had somebody watching over you for you to take a shotgun blast
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| We were growing older I was broke and always working
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| All the homies in the circle sort of lost contact
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| Until the person came into my job
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| I thought I overheard him saying that somebody murdered One-Arm Black
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| I ain’t believe it til my homie told me that you’re gone and you won’t come back
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| I’m screaming hold on
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| Here one day and the next they gone
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| But they way too young to have to tell 'em so long
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| So long
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| Have to tell 'em so long
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| It’s kinda hard for me to write
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| I been missing you from the day
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| That we moved back in Summer '88
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| When we come to visit you, we always wanna stay
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| You would wake us up to a plate of scrambled eggs
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| You taught me how to cook, taught us how to fish
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| You and Dave hoping that the Steelers win the game
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| We would all laugh
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| We knew when they screwed up a play
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| Cause you would start yelling at the screen
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| Taught me to enjoy simple things
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| It would mean the world
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| Sitting on the porch with you when you feed the squirrels
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| Whistle with the birds
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| Full from the meal that you made us
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| Chill, watch Vanna on the Wheel
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| Come and spend Christmas with you every year
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| Summers too, when I’m home wishing I was there
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| Next to you and Ma-maw sitting in your chair
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| I could never fit into the slippers that you wear
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| Tell a joke here and there
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| You ain’t really say much, giving your opinion or a comment
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| You drove a tank in the second World War
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| Was in combat, you ain’t ever brag about your time in
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| You had open heart surgery when you were in your sixties
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| Never thought you would see ninety
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| Saw us go through phases, you would never judge us
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| All you did was love us, blindly, when finally
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| I had a day off right before a show in Pittsburgh
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| I was happy I could spend it with you
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| The rest of the family come and visit you a lot last five years
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| I don’t really get to
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| Mom said you were really sick too
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| Had a big bruise on you 'cause you fell in the shower
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| And now all you wanna talk about all the plans
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| What Ma-maw s’posed to do without you
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| Having trouble getting in and out your chair
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| Noddin' out in the middle of a sentence while you’re talking
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| I can tell that your frail and you fought death off for so long
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| Now you finally feel exhausted
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| Time to go, I don’t really wanna leave
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| Said I love you Pat like it’s gonna be my last
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| Five days later, I was told that you passed
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| And you finally let go of your grasp
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| Hold on
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| Still we mourn can’t believe that you’re gone
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| But your spirit lives on and on, through us for so long
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| So long
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| Have to tell 'em so long |