[Intro: Method Man (Raekwon)]

(Yeah, yeah) Aiyo, how much more for a fifth of Vodka? (Peace beloved)

(Six bottles of Henny, six bottles of Henn) Word, word, let me get that

Herb, yeah, yeah.. (bring that bucket here)

Yeah (get some ice, man, two more bottles of Cru', man, word up)



[Chorus 2X: Freda Payne sample]

I've gone through life pretending

That time will change the ending



[Method Man]

Peace to the God (peace God) pour out a little liquor

Shame On A Nigga, I heard the reaper done came to get ya

So I done copped a fifth of, Vodka, and in your honor

I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas

Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya

Music got us up off them crack corners

Now I'mma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty

Damn, it's hurts me, I hate it when brother's go early



[Chorus 2X]



[Raekwon]

Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue

In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu

Us forming like a family, you just blew

You was the chess piece on the board, that made us look true

Watching your pen swish, you love frying kingfish

You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed

Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer

I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus



[Chorus 2X]



[GZA]

I became weak when I heard, that his body expired

It was hard for me to believe my brother retired

Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinning

How can he walk off the field during the first inning?

I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death

Hate not being there, the minutes before he left

Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead

I think about him on this song and what he might've said



[Chorus 2X]



[Masta Killa]

When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head

I know you didn't say what I thought you said, my brother's dead

You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked

Ya'll niggas shouldn't play like that, I know how you feel

Lord, but it's real, and I still can't believe

And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending

Ason Unique, loved wine and fine women

We singing on tour, "ooh baby, we like it raw" (we like it raw)



[Chorus 2X]



[Interlude: Inspectah Deck - over hook]

Can't pretend...

Some day it gotta come to an end

But I'ma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart

Yeah...



[Inspectah Deck]

I popped a bottle on your born day, God

Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar

And I still ask, why to God, analyzing your form

As I stood there beside your mom

And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid

Should've, would've, could've, had the time, I was selfish

I carry on your struggle, each day it really hurts me

I really miss you Russell, hope you forgive me Dirty



[Chorus 2X]



[U-God]

Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through

Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you

Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races

I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness

It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and

Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and

Rivers I cried, my brother just died

I'mma see you, my nigga, on the other side



[Chorus 2X]



[RZA]

Ah, man, how do I say goodbye?

It's always the good ones that have to die

It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubt you

When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you

From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville

Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill

You interrupt the Grammy's said "Wu for the kids"

Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib

Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip

You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid

Crashed cars, still came out without a scar

They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar

So you'll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world

Who's who and what's what, and probably go nuts

How we treat them hoes? Dirt, how we treat them hoes?

We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt



[Chorus]



[Freda Payne sample]

But those mistakes behind me

Cast shadows to remind me



[gong bangs]

[man speaking Mandarin]