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点击复制Veterans Memorial Part 2 - Prodigy of Mobb Deep
Yeah yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets
And Black was the worst
That was Hav' brother
We called 'em killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off
When you weren't expected
High shot 'em in his head
Sh*t killa ran home
Took some mad vil
And put a bullet out on his own
A real ni**a made of stone
We don't budge
We just stick to the script
When the Ds question us
Killa got knocked for a body
And pump snitched on 'em
The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim
Huh we ain't mad at cha'
Like the Mack-to-the-10
Too much and he's back at it again
Like the Scarface Twinz
I seen this ni**a cut a ni**a up so bad
I had to stop looking
I miss the dead
I wish the dead
Oh please come back
I need ya help
And everybody
That got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same
The spirit gon' live through me
I miss the dead I wish the dead
Oh please come back I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same the spirit gon' live through me
Listen I light a candle on your death and birthday
Lord have mercy it seems you cursed me with a life of pain
All I do is strain
Everyday is a struggle
Everyday it rain
Even when the sun's shining
They say that's when God's crying
Dark clouds hanging over my head made lightning
Strike me down if I'm lying
I miss my pops
All I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me
To hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
I remember me
And him stuck a jewelry store
He did the sticking
I was in the get-a-way car
Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry
We had a high speed chase with Nassau County
I was eight years old
My pops was drama
They locked him and sent me home to mama
I miss the dead I wish the dead
Oh please come back I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same the spirit gon' live through me
I miss the dead I wish the dead
Oh please come back I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same the spirit gon' live through me
Thinking back it was me and E
Moneybags up in Champion Motor
I was Ferrari dreaming
E copped the navigator
On the way there and back
He told me about the jukes
Him and Troy took the niggas for their shine
And had 'em shook
And how he killed Black
Just but he meant to hit Preme
Shot up the ni**a Rovo over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up f**ked up in the hospital
Troy and Bags would visit
Troy had Sickle-cell
Me and him use to kick it
And Bag's baby moms died giving birth
'Cause of Sickle-cell problems
And Shamik from LeFrak would bring me Red Lobster
I never knew they was coming
They would just pop up
My niggas you stunt on us
We shoot people
Straight like that
No half step I eat you
Alive with this 4/5 mag-num
Stay on your toes 'cause we toe-tagging 'em
I miss the dead I wish the dead
Oh please come back I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same the spirit gon' live through me
I miss the dead I wish the dead
Oh please come back I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same the spirit gon' live through me