(feat. Big Boo)



The time it take, 50 take, fuck that

(Uhh, throw them hands up, throw them hands up)

Niggaz ain't bring no drinks?



[Thirtstin Howl III]

Always been Vick-Lo, always been Vick-Lo, always been Vick-Lo

We brew to deuce, it's the truth

Niggaz went boostin to pay Mark-Lo funeral

Rest in peace - Pumpkin, for Marcus Garvey

Scarred from your parting, handle Bristol Park beef

Fast Capone, died early

17 goin on 30 fast life's, dirty derby

Forget not, LoLife Prophets

Heads painted your memorials in our projects

Shit handcuffs co-defendants

On the million man rush, with jail manners

You're my fam, I always set it

Callin me out the window with a 40 for breakfast

Fakes told, Face-Lo, your fatal

A con who could pawn, fake gold

Been through trades, with Little Dave

Go back test the same store within two days

Fashion statements, stay dipped

Sacred, like the Star of David

Dangerous on some "Dana Dane With Fame" shit

durin the diggin pocket phases



[Chorus x2: Big Boo]

This everyday lifestyle you live or die

Some make it through the fog, some don't make it by

Some niggaz gonna stand firm, some gonna cry

Some give love and loyalty, some gonna lie



[Thirstin Howl III]

What up Big Boo?  Ralph-Lo, Fatine

G-George the boostin legend, strong arm shopping

Eddie Lee, forever, in our memories

Rest in peace, corner of Livonia and Chester Street

Steve Black, Monton

Armed guards, shit's changed now that my mom's gone

Fox Freedman, Attica riots relived

Resist, everybody got they reasons

Crime virtue, store curfew

Pursue, bank trust Lizzie bags and girdles

Just go home, Beck you doin graffiti

Where's Bakim? I rarely ever see Steve

C-God, from Van Dyke got killed

Times in my life I wish some things were not real

Painted portraits

Mark-Lo wore a big ski in his coffin

I'll go the same when it's my callin



[Chorus]



[Thirstin Howl III]

Mr. Raisin, killed in Crown Heights

Four finger hoochie links, knowledge all ice

Brick Face, we used to call him Squash

Shillz The Realz, runnin out of Jordan Marsh

Watch the warrant squad, violate parole

Gang initiation, by a way of oath

Red and blue flags, tied in a knot

Brooklyn Cadillacs, ghetto yachts

My pocket is where, you left yo' watch

The pace of my heartbeat, sets your clock

Dolla Bill Dave's, not his real name

Never walked through a prison, where I didn't feel safe



[Chorus x2: to fade]