PRODIGY - Veteran's Memorial Part II

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Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason

We just wanna pop our guns, we was just beastin'

All up in the streets and Black was the worst

That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa

Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected

He would just pop off when you weren't expected

High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home

Took some mad vil and put a bullet out on his own

A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge

We just stick to the script, when the Ds question us

Killa got knocked for a body and *Pump* snitched on 'em

The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim

Huh, we ain't mad at cha' like the Mack-to-the-10

Too much and he's back at it again

Like the Scarface Twinz

I seen this nigga cut a nigga up so bad I had to stop looking

I miss the dead, I wish the dead

Oh please come back, I need ya help

And everybody that got somebody deceased

I know you feel the same

The spirit gon' live through me

Listen, I light a candle on your death and birthday

Lord have mercy it seems you cursed me with a life of pain

All I do is strain, everyday is a struggle, everyday it rain

Even when the sun's shining, they say that's when God's crying

Dark clouds hanging over my head made lightning

Strike me down if I'm lying

I miss my pops; all I got is lonely tear drops

And memories of him teaching me to hurt people with my bare hands

And how to shoot people

I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store

He did the sticking; I was in the get-a-way car

Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry

We had a high speed chase with Nassau County

I was eight years old, my pops was drama

They locked him and sent me home to mama

Thinking back it was me and (E)-Moneybags up in Champion Motor

I was Ferrari dreaming, E copped the Navigator

On the way there and back, he told me about the jukes

Him and Troy took the niggas for their shine and had 'em shook

And how he killed Black Just but he meant to hit Preme

Shot up the nigga Rovo over by the Coliseum

I remember laying up fucked up in the hospital

Troy and Bags would visit; Troy had Sickle-cell

Me and him use to kick it and Bag's baby moms died giving birth

'Cause of Sickle-cell problems

And Shamik from LeFrak would bring me Red Lobster

I never knew they was coming, they would just pop up

My niggas; you stunt on us, we shoot people

Straight like that, no half step, I eat you

Alive with this .4/5 mag-num

Stay on your toes 'cause we toe-tagging 'em

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