[Jay-z] 

O, O, O, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks 



[Omilio Sparks] 

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over 

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga 



[Omilio Sparks] 

I come from scrambling and gambling men 

Starving stomach touching I hustle with the hand of hand men 

But the ambition got the tables turning 

Cuz now I coach coke up for the post 

I let seven go like Chicago did Tony Kukoc 

Let them falls revolve through a ski coat 

Keep in mind this nigga ain't got no dough 

Committed crime and all he did was switch coke 

And that's gangsta 

In the hood that I know 4 niggas at least 7 dead 

And 3 injured and that's danger 

Enough to put the cops under pressure 

That's why we never listen to mami's lectures 

The techs the only thing that can protect ya 

That's why we scream fuck these coppers 

And tote gats big enough that as soon as they poppin 

Have you screaming louder then the opera 

Now roam through the streets of Philly 

With a nigga so you can understand a lil betta 



[Omilio Sparks] 

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over 

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga 



[Oschino Vasquez] 

Yo my song is like Louis Armstrong's but instead of blowing the flute 

I was blowing glocks of the roof 

I've seen a lot of my friends in a box in a suit 

It happens so often you don't get a chance to regroup 

My life is like a song and I'm singing this sad ballad 

Wearing that same weared sweater like Fat Albert 

One thing about O you can't call him a snitch 

Been shot nine times and never approached the bench 

Remember us struggling like it was just yesterday 

Matter of fact it was yesterday 

Welcome to the ghetto this close to a hearse 

At a funeral the first time I went in a church 

But I pray to Allah to panewat the aisle 

I can't crack down man I got to be a fighter 

The song don't change cuz we signed to a lable 

We still caught bad breaks like Hardaway ankles 



[Omilio Sparks] 

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over 

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga 



[Omilio Sparks] 

Yo now Jeremiah stay madder then a muthafucka 

Till he had 40 money champagne wishes 

Argues on corners with hood rat bitches 

Looking at what he had for role models bunch a alcoholics and junkies 

Riding in 77 caddies smoking on Woollies tote on long rusty revolvers 

Sticking up young workers for they packages 

Like fuck coppers cuz basically the Rolling Stones be homeless 

So when the cops catch us they don't run from em 

They figure three hots in the cops it'll be alright with em 

Plus niggas they ain't seen in a while they be uniting there 

Making home made wine shooting the breeze 

Smoking squares at the chi chis 

Self-made whackers razorblades tape and toothbrushes 

Life is school to the new comers 

Shit the closest they come to the bricks 

Is dialling gunya books 

Life's a bitch in the beginning 



[Omilio Sparks] 

Till I'm gone nigga sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch a nigga trying to get over 

Till I'm gone sing my song, nigga sing my song 

Omilio just trying get over let me catch ya nigga