Verse 1: Noreaga
 Yo I grew up like the regular thug  I think I told you that
 My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
 I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
 So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap
 Nigga 'Pone ain't home  not yet (not yet?)
 Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set
 Me and ??? kick it on the here and there
 The really head to tough but the love is there
 My pops died on July 3rd, '98
 So now a nigga need mad herb
 Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son
 Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
 And said "Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
 Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
 He used to make me hit the punching bag
 My dad, he was a boxer god
 And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
 He just a thug and I love him yo
 So I'ma spread that love...

 Chorus (repeat 2x)

 Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
 Sometimes I want Channel 8, sometimes
 Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day
 Sometimes I wanna go back around the way
 Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes
 Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

 Verse 2: Musolini

 I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
 Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
 Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
 You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
 And who know it that you go so quick
 We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
 My pen spittin and I show this
 I swore an oath you would notice
 I go to lengths with my rap strengths
 When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo
 Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
 The pain and project glory
 I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
 Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must
 All my peoples street and physical
 I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
 Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
 Touched by dead guys speakin...

 Chorus (repeat 2x)

 Verse 3: Noreaga

 Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B too
 ??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops
 Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too
 And plus, my nigga Raheem, from ???
 You know I poured out beer for Fernando too
 And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
 Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
 I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
 But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
 Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique!
 But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more
 Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
 But I maintain still holdin' in the pain
 Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
 Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad
 I know he probably didn't realize what he had

 Chorus (repeat 4x