The Prodigy

The Prodigy - Veterans Memorial Pt. 2 songtekst

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Yeah, yeah 
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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