So Obie is still here
Yeah, we ain't here to mourn
But this is true, listen up
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my niggaz this what we boast about
I'm guarantin' y'all feelin' me
No sight of the future, damn right I shoot you
Locked in a cell
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer
Real cats who had techs to spray
Growin' up where us niggaz either buried or jail
My nigga KF Ski, little green
Straight from the block to the industry
So this one is for all my dogs
Now I understand every man got a story to tell
I might as well give this up, feel me now
Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood
Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave
Lawon, goo serve, little Randy
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
Popped by 'Dirty Harry' or popped by the cops for they yayo
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
Where my crew was slain
Got my growth at a fast pace
Feelin' like I'm livin' in them lost times
Straight off the craft, three one three
So grab your cups of beer
He won't last, his track record'll do the math
A lot of motherfuckers man
And notice they still here
And I ain't stopping
That's what I'm doin' this for
We get it poppin'
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
P-Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga
We here to celebrate
But fuck it, I got a story as well
Only a few remains, y'all talk about stuggle
Put 'em up let's win
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else
So grab your cups of beer
With your bubblegum lifestyle, nigga fuck you
Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay
I done did it all, so I clutch my balls
The hood life is in me
This is it my niggaz this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
Lend me your ear
Old folks like Obie, oh, he's a bad case
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
Yeah, all my homies that's deceased rest in peace
Songwriters: Steven L King, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Obie Trice
So Kobe here's to you and daddy's new career
We got a chance to speak to the world nigga
Now grab your cups of gin
Now grab your cups of gin
Old in the face, 'cause this hold on my case
Get your bottles homie, pour some out
Palm tight on the rooster
Put 'em up let's win
That didn't make it in the struggle man
I's remember when I was on a ave, clutchin' 'em dimes
Got touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes
So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream, 'Give me'
From rocks to pow-pows, glocks to powder
Put 'em up let's cheer
This is it my niggaz this what we boast about
I'm here today for fam passed away
Crack solicitation on the avenue is not new to your listeners
Put 'em up let's cheer
Publisher: ALMO MUSIC CORP
This is it my niggaz this what we boast about