Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that
  My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
  I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
  So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap
  Nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet (not yet?)
  Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set
  Me and ??? kick it on the here and there
  The really head to tough but the love is there
  My pops died on July 3rd, '98
  So now a nigga need mad herb
  Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son
  Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
  And said "Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
  Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
  He used to make me hit the punching bag
  My dad, he was a boxer god
  And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
  He just a thug and I love him yo
  So I'ma spread that love...
  
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  Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
  Sometimes I want Channel 8, sometimes
  Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day
  Sometimes I wanna go back around the way
  Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes
  Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
  
  Verse 2: Musolini
  
  I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
  Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
  Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
  You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
  And who know it that you go so quick
  We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
  My pen spittin and I show this
  I swore an oath you would notice
  I go to lengths with my rap strengths
  When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo
  Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
  The pain and project glory
  I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
  Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must
  All my peoples street and physical
  I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
  Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
  Touched by dead guys speakin...
  
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  Verse 3: Noreaga
  
  Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B too
  ??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops
  Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too
  And plus, my nigga Raheem, from ???
  You know I poured out beer for Fernando too
  And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
  Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
  I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
  But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
  Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique!
  But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more
  Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
  But I maintain still holdin' in the pain
  Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
  Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad
  I know he probably didn't realize what he had
  
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