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To my dogs
Wherever you are
VERSE 1
What up BIG
You know things is rough
After you slid
You in God
`s hands now
Keep a place for me kid
Ain
`t nothing change
Still party and wildin
´
We use to chase R
&B girls
And see who rhyme sickets
For every hit you made
More rappers afraid to come out
Machine gun funk
From Queens I came through
To smoke blunts
You came to my hood
When we was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way
Would there have been gunsmoke
Still on the block,around friends
Numb from coke
I guess so
Cause now with paper
Things are still ghetto
But forget it black
You livin
´your life
Through your loved ones
Peace to your daughter
And your new born son
It used to be fun
Makin
`records to see your response but,
Now competition is none
Now that you
`re gone
And these brothas is wrong
Using your name in vain
And they claim to be
New York
´s King
It ain
´t about that
It
´s more serious
I planned to toast it up with you
Joke with you
Happy we on top
The most official
Ain
´t too many real ones out there
I feel some,but doubt they
´re
Capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake
Not cause I´m fake
Cause I hate to see somebody
So great in that way
I would
´ve stayed so long
With so much to stay
I had to put it in writing
To keep me and Brooklyn from fighting
Tellin
´ me to pay my respects and
Move to the side
But I probably wouldn
´t a got
Off my knees
To let people by
You can
´t kill nothin
´ that
´s Ready to Die
You was like got to us in the form of Allah.CHORUS
Still some how I believe
We
´ll always survive
No matter what,my people just stay alive
Still we will survive
No matter what,my people just stay alive
VERSE 2
Dear PAC everything sheds a teardrop
And use teeth to bite off beer tops
And pour out a little liquor
You was more than just the wildest brother
Tupacalypse I understand your style brother
It
´s goin
´on the third year,since you been gone
On the east and west coast
The same things are goin
´ on
The industry be talkin
´
Offending me often
They don
´t believe you dead
Wanna see you in your coffin
I could relate
Shootouts and courtdates
All eyes on you
People in your face invading your space
You asked if I could trade in your place
How would I hold up
How long would I ride
Before I fold up
How did you know thourgh your rhymes
It was your time to go
You predicted it in every line
All in your flow
There could never be peace
I have to quote
Can
´t believe I heard my name
On the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words
Cause the best is supposed to
Clash at the top
But kept it brotherly
When we senn each other and stopped
I NCY at MT
Vpeople watched
We was both deep
After you left I got no sleep
Thinkin
´bout how us real
Brothas would be
If we united
A nation of thugs
Who could fight it
You was caught in a wild homicide
Or were you cruzified
Like the Son of God
When Lucifer lied
And make the world think
Young blacks should be extinct
But thug life would never die
We stay high and just link
Will there ever be another MC as nice
Would you return to us as the resurrection of Christ.CHORUSVERSE 3I wonder what the Commodores
Went through on tour
Did Smokey Robinson
Have to shoot his way
Out of war
What has Al Green seen
To make him turn to religous
Wonder did drugs
Put an end to the music business
If so,should I put out the endo right now
And write down
A plan
To purse my dream
Turn my life around
Cause I´m bound for the movie screen
Outies will scream
I need an extra Uzi
Ridin
´through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew
That want it on
Tellin
´everybody it was him
That you fronted on
Thought we walked a million miles
And was just 20
Not used to walkin
´the path
Of legit money
I thought I made it
But we only took baby steps
Up the sucess latter,where they
Pay my checks
To my cliques
They be blessed
That was the 80
`s
But now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90
`s
And finally it
´s lookin
´good
Hip
Hop took to billions
I knew we would
A lot of ups and downs in the game
Could lose or gain a couplepounds trying to maintain
One day you have
The next you not
When you around niggas
Check
´em out
Some ios bout it
Most individuals plot
Some run spots
Some choose to stay
To they selves
While others have no cares
And stay in jail
More than 50% of us
Ending up with holes
Through the chest
Through the head
Through the gut
It shows
The future for us
Young shooters and old killers
Who became rich as dope dealers
Nothin
´left for us but hoop dreams
And hood tournaments
Thug coaches with subs sittin
´ on the bench
It
´s either that or rap
We want the fast way out this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slingin
´ crack
To my deceased Gods wishin
´I could bring you back,but
Life is a dream and ya
´ll taught me that
CHORUS
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