| Yo, I’ll never forget this black day
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| Premo calling me on a 3-way with Marley
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| Telling me my thun ain’t here no more
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| Telling me to be strong, I just got the call
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| I hung up, I had to hit the thun line
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| Dez picked it up, in his voice, he was crying
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| He confirmed it, I sat back stunned
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| Thinking about my aunt, who was her only son
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| Thinking about my moms, that was her favorite nephew
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| Thinking about his sons and all the shit that they didn’t get to do
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| Thinking 'bout how we supposed to ride out
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| And turn this whole rap shit inside out
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| He was my baby brother, he was my little cousin
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| He was my best friend, as little niggas, we was bugging
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| Running around Big Ma’s house
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| 169th and Liberty,
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| I’ve been down since the day you died
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| We been through it all, I never can say goodbye
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| «Never goodbye»
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| I remember as kids, you used to come to the Bridge
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| I used to go to Far Rock, two lil' hard rocks
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| , that was your block
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| Even though you had asthma, that wouldn’t make you stop
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| Nigga played football, baseball, basketball
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| Loved to ride your bike and playfight in the hall
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| Dave in the building, Richie in the building
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| Rest in peace Willie, I know you two chilling
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| Along with my pops, Uncle Charles and Uncle Fuzzy
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| Big Ma, say what’s up to your pops, Uncle Lonnie
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| Im’ma miss the way you used to laugh
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| I’m crying out as I write this paragraph
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| Tears drop on the paper, the pen smears through it
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| Reminiscing about the day we used to do it
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| A real nigga that did real things
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| You always held your people down by any means
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| It’s so crazy, I won’t even lie
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| KL, by my right eye, it’s never goodbye |