| Song | For Da Brothaz |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | 4,5,6 |
| 作词 : Kleinschuster ... | |
| I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene | |
| Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean | |
| Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style | |
| But deep down in heart he was still only a child | |
| He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y'all | |
| Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall | |
| Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks | |
| Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped | |
| Started committin murder after murder | |
| Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger | |
| Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger | |
| He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger | |
| And this type of street violence today happens too often | |
| It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin | |
| People droppin a rose when the casket is closed | |
| Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes | |
| They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" | |
| It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga | |
| It's bout whose draw is quicker | |
| So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin | |
| Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend | |
| (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) | |
| Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another | |
| [VERSE 2] | |
| Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone | |
| So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on | |
| Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods | |
| Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good | |
| Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars | |
| Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards | |
| Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up | |
| Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up | |
| Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights | |
| On the double a fast life, that's when he seen his last nights | |
| Out on the street runnin from the heat | |
| Then got locked up from (Happy New Year!) | |
| All the way down to (New Year's Eve!) | |
| The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes | |
| Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes | |
| And then another sad story is headed for me | |
| When i found out another soldier died in the territory | |
| So in memory of my dog I write a lyric | |
| Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit | |
| Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin | |
| Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend | |
| (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) | |
| Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X | |
| (Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers) | |
| Keep it real on the street |
| zuò cí : Kleinschuster ... | |
| I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene | |
| Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean | |
| Started runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty' s style | |
| But deep down in heart he was still only a child | |
| He was typin nice at ball, if he had height, y' all | |
| Mighta been ' NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall | |
| Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec glocks | |
| Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn' t stop, so many men dropped | |
| Started committin murder after murder | |
| Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him like a burger | |
| Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger | |
| He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger | |
| And this type of street violence today happens too often | |
| It hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin | |
| People droppin a rose when the casket is closed | |
| Hey yo, that' s the name of the game out on the street, that' s how it goes | |
| They say: " Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" | |
| It ain' t about whose gun is more bigger, nigga | |
| It' s bout whose draw is quicker | |
| So to my shorty dog puzzled I' m pledgin | |
| Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend | |
| Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers | |
| Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Thinkin back when I was chillin with KVon, but now he' s long gone | |
| So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on | |
| Me and blacko way back in childhood when we was wild hoods | |
| Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good | |
| Started hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars | |
| Then put behind bars sellin drugs and pullin yards | |
| Then my crimey got locked up for cookin the rock up | |
| Started bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up | |
| Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin with flashlights | |
| On the double a fast life, that' s when he seen his last nights | |
| Out on the street runnin from the heat | |
| Then got locked up from Happy New Year! | |
| All the way down to New Year' s Eve! | |
| The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes | |
| Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for hoes | |
| And then another sad story is headed for me | |
| When i found out another soldier died in the territory | |
| So in memory of my dog I write a lyric | |
| Straight hopin melodies travel from my mind to your spirit | |
| Hear it when I get biz for KVon, I' m pledgin | |
| Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend | |
| Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers | |
| Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another 3X | |
| Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers | |
| Keep it real on the street |