[Chorus 2X: sample] Time, time... All I need... all I need is...
[Shabazz the Disciple] Aiyo, Preme, I know you in heaven, thugging with Rah I hope you had a peaceful journey back to Allah It's been two weeks now, since I heard the shots firing All I keep hearing in my head, is them sirens Still can't believe that you got laid down Keep seeing visions in my head, of you bleeding on that ground It was the first of the month, the block was mourning I'll never forget, shots woke me up, ten in the morning I'm looking out the window, not sure if it was you When your moms ran to that ambulance, that's when I knew And once they taped off the block and marked the shells I knew you was gone, man, I felt it, I can tell I watched your blood on the ground, until it dried Shit reminded me of Kool G. and Rob, the pride inside You was home three months, just did 11 and a half It's like you came home and died, man, it happened so fast I miss seeing you slap box with Louie Cyrus Aiyo, Preme, man, you always live inside us You put your shit down, niggas knew that you was bout it You had a lot of love in the hood, your wake was crowded Say you was hurt, man, we all gonna miss ya I wrote this whole song talking to your picture A mother loses her child, a trial gets blown You never feel the pain of the loss, until it hits home
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[Hook 2X w/ Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] I pray that there's a heaven for thugs who die In the hood, it's hard, to love the men of the yard
[Shabazz the Disciple] You dedicated your whole life to the game, that was your passion Now everytime I walk on my block, your life be flashing I seen alot of shit, real young, fucking with ya'll I remember you got away when niggas called Pete Rob And all them ninth floor parties with Ross, Bumpy and Moses It fucked us up, seeing you, covered with roses You was loyal to the Godfather climb, the don of Brooklyn Ya'll ain't the life, niggas'll write a script and book on Block legends, go anywhere and make the city pop Remember when I saved your man life, on Biggie block Everybody quick to judge a life and shit can do But they don't have a heaven or hell, to offer you I think you should of fell back Preme, and came up slow It's alot of shit about Red Hook, that you ain't know The game still ain't changed, only the players Now the block be flooded with young gun sprayers I don't really know how it went down, or why it popped off The way I see it, somebody really wanted you knocked off It's fucked up, and all I can think of is your mother The way it happened, I know it remind her of your brother A strong black woman, man, I don't know how she do it First Steve-O, now you? I pray God can walk her through it A mother loses her child, a trial gets blown You never feel the pain of the loss, until it hits home
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[Shabazz the Disciple] Aiyo, Preme, I know you in heaven, thugging with Rah I hope you had a peaceful journey back to Allah It's been two weeks now, since I heard the shots firing All I keep hearing in my head, is them sirens Still can't believe that you got laid down Keep seeing visions in my head, of you bleeding on that ground It was the first of the month, the block was mourning I'll never forget, shots woke me up, ten in the morning I'm looking out the window, not sure if it was you When your moms ran to that ambulance, that's when I knew And once they taped off the block and marked the shells I knew you was gone, man, I felt it, I can tell I watched your blood on the ground, until it dried Shit reminded me of Kool G. and Rob, the pride inside You was home three months, just did 11 and a half It's like you came home and died, man, it happened so fast I miss seeing you slap box with Louie Cyrus Aiyo, Preme, man, you always live inside us You put your shit down, niggas knew that you was bout it You had a lot of love in the hood, your wake was crowded Say you was hurt, man, we all gonna miss ya I wrote this whole song talking to your picture A mother loses her child, a trial gets blown You never feel the pain of the loss, until it hits home
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[Hook 2X w/ Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] I pray that there's a heaven for thugs who die In the hood, it's hard, to love the men of the yard
[Shabazz the Disciple] You dedicated your whole life to the game, that was your passion Now everytime I walk on my block, your life be flashing I seen alot of shit, real young, fucking with ya'll I remember you got away when niggas called Pete Rob And all them ninth floor parties with Ross, Bumpy and Moses It fucked us up, seeing you, covered with roses You was loyal to the Godfather climb, the don of Brooklyn Ya'll ain't the life, niggas'll write a script and book on Block legends, go anywhere and make the city pop Remember when I saved your man life, on Biggie block Everybody quick to judge a life and shit can do But they don't have a heaven or hell, to offer you I think you should of fell back Preme, and came up slow It's alot of shit about Red Hook, that you ain't know The game still ain't changed, only the players Now the block be flooded with young gun sprayers I don't really know how it went down, or why it popped off The way I see it, somebody really wanted you knocked off It's fucked up, and all I can think of is your mother The way it happened, I know it remind her of your brother A strong black woman, man, I don't know how she do it First Steve-O, now you? I pray God can walk her through it A mother loses her child, a trial gets blown You never feel the pain of the loss, until it hits home
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