My Type

Lets go... Y'all gon' wish for a nigga like me When I ain't here you know what I'm sayin' (You think I'm lyin') (Say goodbye to the bad guy) (You don't appreciate a nigga my type Once I die there ain't no more niggas my type So just remember me right) [Chorus:] Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type So just remember me right Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight All them haters gon' be filled with delight God forgive me aight I sacrifice so they can live my life If necessary I'll give my life What you hear is my life Reputation decorated with stripes No need crying at the end of my life Just remember me right When your back was against the wall remember where could you go Remember who helped you again like he helped you before Went out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone They disrespect you come here until they left you alone He taught you how to be weak, he taught you how to be strong Taught you not to accept defeat you go all out or be gone But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone He now in heaven on the throne exactly where he belong But he left millions devastated and his family mourned Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone Daughters grew like him or not he left his family home Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome And then they came to represent for a stand up gent Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant Impossible to stop him had a head like cement Maybe now you'll appreciate the nigga like this... [Chorus] If they only knew the man outside of the hype No matter what the situation he alway try to do right Still they gossip and told lies, used to take him for granted Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it 'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, theres a problem he handle it Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge They try to knock him off balance when the fed came and got him Did the time on the edge came home now he ain't stoppin' Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him Swear he had the kinda swagger made the world stop and watch him Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em' They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin' posse He use to scare the suckers shitless, probably why them niggas shot him Hey what it took nothing else than what they could've ever did about him So go on talk shit about him At least you ain't forgot about him... [Chorus] Wanna say sorry to my mama King and lil' mama See me go through so much drama You could stand a little thunder Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber Stay ready for whatever, make note I'm a do wonder How he died? On his feet like a man with honor Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna Death above the money, deja need me Don't worry bout me Uncle Phil the ladies with me See me with your granddaddy I know you gon' miss daddy But life ain't always a dream, and horrible shit happens Had I let a nigga kill me before I could quit rapping And get to spend more time with ya, I know we would a been happy But I had to take the chances, You would have been trappin' Long as I could keep that from happening Ya papi could die happy So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face Remember winnin' in your blood you were born with what it take (OK)... [Chorus]