Yea...
yea...
this
PT...
nigga...
representin
my
DJ
SQUEAKY!(SQUEAKY!)...
nigga...
I'm'a
dedicate
this
song
to
the
gone
All
my
niggas
that
left
ya
live
on
I'm'a
dedicate
this
song
to
the
gone
I'm'a
dedicate
this
song
to
the
gone
We
live
forever
baby...
(put
ya
lighters
up)
Y'all
will
never
die
baby...
You
live
forever
baby...
(put
ya
lighters
up)
You
live
through
me...
Yea...
Yea...
What's
up
John
Reed?
Uncle
Sweet...
Uncle
Randy(What's
up
sweet?
I
see
you
baby!)
Gangstas
nigga!
Randy
Van
Troy!
Rest
in
peace
gangsta!
Yea!
We
love
you
gangsta!
Rest
in
peace
gangsta!
I
know
y'all
niggas
lookin
down
on
me!
I'm'a
dedicate
this
song
to
the
gone
All
my
niggas
that
left
ya
live
on
Now
Everybody!
I
need
to
put
ya
lighters
up!
WeLL
UH
HUH!
I
need
to
put
ya
lighters
up!
I
done
lost
a
lieutenant,
a
mother
lost
her
son
A
brother
lost
a
brother,
and
that's
not
including
others
That
you
touch
through
your
personality
And
since
I
lost
you
the
devil
breathin'
But
I'm'a
prevail
from
ATL
And
know
that
I'm
missin'
you
like
hell(like
hell)
I'm
talkin'
bout
a
hood
tragedy
nigga
And
everybody
always
askin
me
nigga
I
love
this
nigga,
we
ate
together
The
same
fork
off
the
same
plate
together
I
wish
I
would've
been
there
when
they
came
I
would've
left
'em
in
a
flame
But
I'm'a
see
him
at
the
crossroads
I
got
some
blunts
and
some
liquor
Sack
of
Timmy
D
and
some
bitches
I'm'a
picture(or
pitcher
I'm
not
sure)
I'm'a
see
him
at
the
crossroads
Cuz
that's
my
mothafuckin'
nigga
So
he
won't
be
lonely(lonely)
Hit
the
club,
hoes
askin'
where
you
at
"Chillin'
with
the
father"
I
reply
back
Sack
after
sack
after
sack
after
sack
They
ain't
even
have
to
do
ya
like
that
But
niggas
full
of
shit
so
I
don't
fuck
wit
'em
Niggas
lookin
crazy,
I
get
right
with
'em
They
killed
my
dog,
They
killed
my
ace
Forever
I
miss
ya,
Ya
can't
be
replaced
I
wish
I
would've
been
there
when
they
jacked
I'd
blew
'em
out
the
door
with
that
mothafuckin'
mack
I'd
walk
blackbottom
for
my
mothafuckin'
dogs
Look
him
in
his
eyes,
leave
him
in
the
fog
I
love
ya
unc,
I
miss
ya
man
And
I
can't
wait
to
grab
ya
hand
And
pull
ya
close
and
embrace
ya
with
the
other
Man
you
my
mothafuckin'
brother
But
I'm'a
see
him
at
the
crossroads
I
got
some
blunts
and
some
liquor
Sack
of
Timmy
D
and
some
bitches
I'm'a
picture
I'm'a
see
him
at
the
crossroads
Cuz
that's
my
mothafuckin'
nigga
So
he
won't
be
lonely(lonely)
Yea(yea)