[ Featuring Pastor Troy ]
Yea, yea, this P-T nigga
Representin' my D-J 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
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 A-T-L
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
[Chorus: x2]
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
'cause that's my mothaf*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 mothaf*ckin' mack
I'd walk black bottom for my mothaf*ckin' 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 mothaf*ckin' 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
'cause that's my mothaf*ckin' nigga
So he won't be lonely (lonely)
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
'cause that's my mothaf*ckin' nigga
So he won't be lonely (lonely)
Yea(yea)
