Cheers

A lot of motherfuckers man Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy That's what I'm doin' this for (Ew yeah!) Yeah, we ain't here to mourn We here to celebrate So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man (Ew yeah!) I's remember when I was on the ave clutchin' them dimes Gut touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes Feelin' like I'm livin' in them lost times No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (Ew yeah) Palm tight on the 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'll do the math Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners But this is true, listen up I gotta spew 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 powder I done did it all, so I clutch my balls And notice they still here, so Obie is still here So Kobi here's to you and daddy's new career So grab your cups of beer Put 'em up let's cheer Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah) Now grab your cups of gin Put 'em up let's win Here's a toast to never lookin' back again This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah) Now I understand every man got a story to tell But fuck it, I got a story as well Growin' up where us niggas either buried or jail Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle With your bubblegum lifestyles, nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam passed away Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay Real cats who had techs to spray Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave The hood life is in me So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "give me" Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteein' y'all feelin' me Straight from the block to the industry (C'mon) So grab your cups of beer Put 'em up let's cheer Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah) Now grab your cups of gin Put 'em up let's win Here's a toast to never lookin' back again This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ew yeah)