LORD SUPERB - Letter To Chip Banks lyrics
rate me[Intro: Lord Superb]This right here is dedicated, To all my fallen soldiersAll my five borough niggas, My L.A. niggasMy A.T.L. niggas, To all my niggas in Oppa Locka, What up baby[Lord Superb]I went and saw the movie and allThat shit made me cry, Bad Boy I'm feeling yallUhh, But that aint part of my scriptI high jacked this beat to talk about my man ChipRemember Banky Santana, Pardon me yall, The real SantanaI know you up there, With my NanaYou and my brother Moose sitting next to the best plannerTell God I said thanks for the talentAnd introducing me to my son Pete from ShaolinWe getting money tryna get you a GrammyYou know, Just to put it on the wall unitYou always said you wanted one to put it on the wall unitI heard about Haz, How could he do that shitIf it was up to me I'd have somebody shoot that kidBut I know you want me to do better, So I can live betterCause if we living better, I'ma get your kids betterAint seen em in a while, Don't know where they liveThat's a shout out to any chick with Chip's kidsAnd fuck a tooth for a tooth, I want a life for a lifeSomebody real close to him like his sister or wifeAyo the whole Harlem hurting, It really cracked they shellCause you a motherfucking legend like Richard DarnellLike Alpo, Fritz and themAnd if you up there with BIG, Tell him we still missing him(instrumental break)[Lord Superb]You know, Ayo the words are something else, I just can't call himGhost be on my mind, I just can't call himPain from being broke is making me hungrierThem two week old hair cuts is making me uglierDamn, Streets got a nigga depressedNigga stressed, I can feel the pain in my chestMy brother just died, I'm tryna cop him a head stoneWhen I was locked up they turned my block to a death zoneBut I know how to push it quietHow to roll un-noticed like some bullshit tiresLive by the code, Blow your face off your headWhen we buried Nana, I knew the gangstas was deadTo her, Even church was a fashion showShe said everything was class and doughThat's why every Saturday she copped shoes to match her robesShe said boy you better flash and glowAnd all Nana did was take care of kidsAnd she only died to get me near BIGI aint got no imagination, The streets in my headI guess they feed us soul food cause we aint gonna eat when we dead
