So Long

[Verse One: Havoc]<br>Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked<br>now you got me on the phone, straight talkin` to the cops<br>tryin` to verify your government<br>they got you now, they lovin` it,<br>they wanna hang that ass, couldn`t get you in the past<br>though I can`t see your problem<br>you was still young at the time<br>did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time<br>never told you to slow down<br>resee your crown heights, you wild<br>all I could say was be careful<br>give you a dap to bounce<br>shit that you went through<br>watched the drama amount<br>gave a fuck long, you wasn`t part of the body count<br>now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration<br>till the interveine, when you first started catching cases<br>fuck to this, dunn, now you in there<br>gotta hold it down, you mother`s only son<br>and I`ma ride for you, baby, `cause a lot of it is still love<br>I`m still there, when you get home, I`ma be there<br><br>Chorus: Havoc (4x)<br><br>You gotta (hold on)<br>No matter (how long)<br>And it seems (so long)<br><br>[Verse Two: Prodigy]<br>I can`t believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault<br>`cause I fronted you that money to get that dough<br>any man`s ain`t accountable for they action<br>still and all I feel responsible for you being gone<br>I hit the mall `till it happened, k.a. now & then<br>just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics<br>in that five years, it was a little dough we made<br>out of sight, out of mind, naw dog<br>it`s not me, I miss you<br>you on my mind daily<br>even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me<br>trying to get my shit together<br>so you could be proud, when you touch down<br>we got businesses to run now<br>peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga`s house<br>on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin`<br>on occassion, I still check ya, brotha `tll the end<br>Black, and bone crazy ass<br>reading ya letters, I see you ain`t losin` ya sense of humour<br>talkin` to you on the phone made my day cooler<br>tellin` me, how you`ll deaf, to see your nose out<br>you need to bring your black ass home<br>and cut that bullshit out<br>I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects<br>`cause that`s where police won`t come, iller g<br>my nigga `till death do us<br>you almost home, until then<br>hold ya head, dunn<br><br>Chorus: Havoc (4x)<br><br>You gotta (hold on)<br>No matter (how long)<br>And it seems (so long)