For Da Brothaz

<br>[VERSE 1]<br>I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene<br>Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean<br>Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty`s style<br>But deep down in heart he was still only a child<br>He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y`all<br>Mighta been `NBA Today`, instead I watched his life fall<br>Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks <br>Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn`t stop, so many men dropped<br>Started committin murder after murder<br>Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger<br>Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger<br>He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger<br>And this type of street violence today happens too often <br>It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin<br>People droppin a rose when the casket is closed<br>Hey yo, that`s the name of the game out on the street, that`s how it goes<br>They say: &quot;Live by the trigger, die by the trigger&quot;<br>It ain`t about whose gun is more bigger, nigga <br>It`s bout whose draw is quicker<br>So to my shorty dog puzzled I`m pledgin<br>Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend<br><br>(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)<br>Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another<br><br>[VERSE 2]<br>Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he`s long gone<br>So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on<br>Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods<br>Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good<br>Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars <br>Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards<br>Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up<br>Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up<br>Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights<br>On the double a fast life, that`s when he seen his last nights<br>Out on the street runnin from the heat<br>Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!) <br>All the way down to (New Year`s Eve!)<br>The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes<br>Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes<br>And then another sad story is headed for me<br>When i found out another soldier died in the territory<br>So in memory of my dog I write a lyric<br>Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit<br>Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I`m pledgin<br>Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend<br><br>(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)<br>Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X<br><br>(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)<br>Keep it real on the street