作曲 : Woods, Yancey
intro:word i miss you,i miss the godword....a powerful brother,man, he was live
Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89'
He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goosecoming from 
Medina, we boostwe up in 
A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy
Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listenyo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just'and 
RZA, came to the island one morn'
A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any niggaon the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosiesfive foot seven a legend was born, 
Russel "ason" 
JonesI know for his braids and lessonsa wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chesta right hand, you quick, serving you remy
Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, lost forgottenaiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoliason, the heart of a lion, a purified mindthe way he did it, with a mic and some winei would never forget the days we used to sit backdays i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this niggaand now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga
Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample)
My name is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin?i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?
When i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsayingso so so its like you got to keep it real nahwhatimean?[Raekwon:]
He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from day one
Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma 
CherrySweet lady, 
BK baby, she taught 
DirtyHow to cook, clean, singing the songs, say the
Old school dances and 
O.E., Ballantine, the wine
We sip, while we sat with the 
O.G.'sKnowledge of self, good health
The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother insane
It's like wealth ain't enough to live for
But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself
That was the black man rap, baby 
Jesus in the black 
Land'Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam(Brooklyn Zu) you know my brother was ill
The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"
Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor
Now he with 
Allah, that's a blessing[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, where 
I come from
In my neighborhood, my people know me
Youknowhatimsaying? 
See, if I try to come any different
They ain't gon' respect me no more
Youknowhatimsaying? 
Because they -- you know people
Got their thing about themselves, you know
If you come from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying
You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood
But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and crossover
To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like that
That's why they don't be buying people music
See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real
You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? 
We telling the truth, man