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Dedicated to my homie Lil' Terry
Rest in peace
Front Hood Crip
That n***a DJ [Name] a/k/a Lex Diamond
151 Piru, knawmsayin?
[ VERSE 1 ]
Not long back when I had this cool friend who got paid
And I'ma change the names to protect who's afraid
Let's call him Butch, he was superior to crooks
He ran the books and k**ed n***as for they looks
But peep it, this n***a told me secrets bout life
The struggles of the black and the luxuries of white
The sh** was trife, my n***a's game was a**-tight
And eh, really the only older n***a that I liked
I took heed while this boss player took the lead
As he explained why n***as was addicted to greed
He looked tipsy, mashin in his black 850
"I hit a lick T, now all my n***as out to get me
And this is us, you the only n***a I trust
Cause when it's on, we the only n***as to bust"
No diggity, I know how n***as be around town
But when they talkin bout mashin on a homie, I gots to stay down
[ CHORUS ]
God please shine your light cause my people are sightless
And nothing's positive when you're far from righteous
We're born in a world of negative and greed
And every day for somethin dumb I watch a young black bleed
Our kids that sell d**, was raised to be thugs
Raised to love hate, raised to hate love
And in the years to come I hope my people get hip
Stop k**in off each other, let's get this grip
[ VERSE 2 ]
And everywhere we went, man, we was strapped like goodfellas
With fresh Karl Kanis I floss Armani sweaters
While Butch, he bragged about Colombian connections
f**in with the Mexicans who dress like Texans
A veteran, and although I seemed mesmerized
I glanced and saw the look of fear in his eyes
He taught me: "Sometimes you can't trust your own people
They turn on ya, and all this sh**'s illegal
I gave up dances, bullsh** type romances
Dress the fanciest, takin penitentiary chances
Now the baby gees wanna drop me to my knees
Damn, n***as tryina stick me for my ki's
Well good luck cause loc, I don't give a f**
I put that on the set, I leave these young fools touched
With hollow point slugs through your mug young clown
You're speakin on dippin in my riches, you best to stay down"
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
And as years went by, my n***a kept his game in gear
He moved to Atlanta, I pursued my career
Sometimes I reminisce the ways we did dirt
Cookin up chemicals, shippin out work
He kept in touch, he said he bought a five on dubs
"And when you get a chance n***a, come rock my club
These hoes get tossed when I floss on my boat
Don't sweat no hotels, I bought a crib by Too $hort
It don't stop till the wheels break loose
I heard they tripped out and k**ed my n***a Big Bruce
It's all good, he's seein things much greater
Them n***as involved laugh now, cry later"
I know what's happenin, my n***a always spoke wise
Some people gotta grind, get the loot and organize
He closed the conversation, would I always be around?
"You need somethin, hit me, God bless loc, stay down"
[ CHORUS ]