[VERSE 1]
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I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene
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Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean
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Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style
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But deep down in heart he was still only a child
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He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y'all
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Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall
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Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks
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Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped
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Started committin murder after murder
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Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger
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Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
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He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
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And this type of street violence today happens too often
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It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
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People droppin a rose when the casket is closed
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Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
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They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
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It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
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It's bout whose draw is quicker
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So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin
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Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend
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(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
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Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
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[VERSE 2]
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Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
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So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
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Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
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Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good
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Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars
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Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
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Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up
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Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up
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Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights
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On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights
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Out on the street runnin from the heat
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Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!)
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All the way down to (New Year's Eve!)
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The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes
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Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes
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And then another sad story is headed for me
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When i found out another soldier died in the territory
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So in memory of my dog I write a lyric
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Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
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Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin
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Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend
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(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
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Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X
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(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
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Keep it real on the street
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For Da Brothaz
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |