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[Intro] A lotta´ mathafuckas man... Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy That´s what I´m doing this for... [Verse 1] Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate. So this one is for all my dogs who didn´t make it in the struggle man I´s remember when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes Gut touching my spine, busting my rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times, No sight of the future Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster Old in the face cause this hold on my case Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O? Oh he´s a bad case, He won´t last; his track record will do the math Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you Listeners but this is true listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth or else i might as well give this up Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows, glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls And notice they still here, so Obie is still here So Kobe, here´s to you and daddy´s new career [Chorus] So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer! Here´s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here This is it my nigga this what we boast about Get your bottle homie po´ some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win! Here´s a toast to never looking back again This is it my nigga this what we boast about Get your bottle homie po´ some out [Verse 2] Now i understand every man got a story to tell Buy fuck it i got a story as well Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo Locked in a cell, who´s to blame? When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain Only a few remains. you talk about struggle With your bubble gum life style, nigga fuck you I´m here today for fam that passed away Bodies´ deep six nigga flesh decayed Real cats, who had techs to spray Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight To the grave, that hood life is in me So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya´ll feeling me Straight from the block to the industry [Chorus] So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer! Here´s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here This is it my nigga this what we boast about Get your bottle homie po´ some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win! Here´s a toast to never looking back again This is it my nigga this what we boast about Get your bottle homie po´ some out [Outro] Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you´ll be home in a minute nigga We get it popping´ I got a chance to speak to the word nigga And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)

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