Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dedicate , by - Slim Thug. Release date: 20.05.2015
Song language: English
Dedicate |
| My nigga Sleep Dog, you showed a young nigga how to ball |
| Never settled for small, my dog had it all |
| I can’t believe you gone, I’m trying to stay strong |
| Damn what the fuck went on, when you went wrong |
| I remember the call on my phone, saying my nigga was gone |
| I never seen Corn and Sha, look so alone |
| This was the worst day, you died on Cogo birthday |
| It hurt me, to see that look on they face |
| We all gathered on the block, everybody in shock |
| That day, it felt like the world came to a stop |
| We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains |
| I got numb, when I heard how it happened damn |
| Fake niggas and hoes showing up, like they feel how we feel |
| Still trying to be down, but shit we know who all real |
| We don’t want no more friends, our family complete |
| We just got one sleeping six feet deep, my nigga |
| It’s fucked up when a dog gotta die, when he trying to get his bone |
| I dedicate this to my niggas gone |
| You know the type that just try to keep a steak on the table, while they home |
| I dedicate this to my niggas gone |
| This for my niggas on the left and right of Jesus, while he sitting on his |
| throne |
| I dedicate this to my niggas gone |
| And to them niggas that shot ya when we see you, best believe that it’s on |
| I dedicate this to my niggas gone |
| My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep) |
| And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep) |
| Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep) |
| But (damn fool), why this way |
| I’m still not over my nigga Stessa, Stank you still missed |
| My life was getting a lot better, until I ran into this |
| A tragedy a gangsta, my nigga had to be |
| Lil' Cheif don’t know what’s going on, and shit that’s sad to see |
| Cortiana a star, we gon watch over her man |
| Courtney, she kinda know but she don’t really understand |
| What’s going on, I-Pop and Heaven at home |
| My nigga kept his family first, so I know where he gone |
| He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it |
| Not from your mother but we your brothers, so I know you gon make it |
| You got Sha you got Chad, you got Troy you got me |
| Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon and Kenny G |
| We your family nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes |
| Stay focused get your paper, and stay on the rise |
| You a hustler, and a jacker can’t take that |
| Your brother Sleep gone, cause haters hate my nigga |
| We had to wait crying, our dog a victim of a hate crime |
| These haters hate, cause he shined at all times |
| Seeing the way Sleep Dog ball, made a nigga chase paper |
| Remember the day you gave me your chain, at my show at The Maker |
| Get your shine on youngster, we love to see that |
| When I put candy on the Excursion, he loved to see that |
| We showed up, Sleep part of the reason I blowed up |
| When them haters saw how hard we ball, they fold up |
| He lived life to the fullest, everything to the extreme |
| Done so much, I think my nigga ran out of dreams |
| From cars clothes to hoes, competition is none |
| We had fun, like Nelly say we number one |
| I know Sha gon hold your name, and keep the click on game |
| Now I don’t like to ride solo, I stay with a gang |
| Went from a sawed off gauge, to three AK’s |
| And I’ll spray anything up in my way believe that |