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(feat. Quan) |
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(Verse 1: Quan) |
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Can we please have a moment of silence? |
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That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement |
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And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living |
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That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em |
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Can we please pour out some liquor? |
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Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that |
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Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here |
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And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here |
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This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain |
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Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine |
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Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by |
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To live it alive, so instead they live it to die |
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Can we please have a moment of peace? |
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For every G that fell for his flag in the streets |
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Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' |
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Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin' |
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Or just for poor righteous teachin' |
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(Chorus: Quan sings) |
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As days goes and nights fall |
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For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all |
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And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn |
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While wishin' y'all were home |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2: Nas) |
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Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence? |
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For brothers who died from black-on-black violence |
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From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds |
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To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin' |
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And can we please pour some more liquors? |
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For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz |
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Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan |
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It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on |
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Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets |
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And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest |
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And can we please have a moment of truth? |
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For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots |
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And families back home who pray they make it home safe |
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Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles |
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This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you |
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Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you |
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Let's take 'em home |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3: Quan) |
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And can we please have a moment to mourn? |
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For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on |
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Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah |
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Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya |
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Can we please have a moment for children? |
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Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system |
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Who never knew their father, never learned to dream |
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But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends |
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For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad |
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Bustin' her ass to give her kids shit she never had |
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For my niggaz in the pen hopin' rhymes'll get 'em signed |
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So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime |
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For very mother that held a son in the street bleedin' |
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Cryin' a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin' |
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Just a moment outside the day to day struggle |
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To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em |
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(Chorus) |
