my bro chris just died sucks becase we grow up togetter had lots of
fun togetter if i had one wish it would be for you to be you were back
alive becase we all miss you even all you famliy and your brothers and
your sisters or i remeber when we lived togetter now im looking for to do
i pulled put my pen and my note book and cant stop thinking of it cuz you
were my friend wrighting ryms you will never leave my heart when i see you in
your cakit you did'int even look like your self and i cryed for 2 days felt like my
life was in a maze or stuck in a jare like the door to heaven wasint fare
MISSING YOU EVERY DAY BY DAY TIME GOES BY WITH OUT YOU BY MY SIDE NOW I GOTTA STAY STRONG I NEVER KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN BUTT I KEEP MY HEAD UP AND KEEP RAPPING NOW I CANT FOR GET YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TO GOTTA PIC ALWAYS BY MY SIDE YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART TELL I DIE AND THATS NOT A LIE EVEN WHEN IM A MAN ILL THINK OF YOU AND STILL CRY SAME TIME SING THIS SONG TO THE SKY AND ASK WHY!! WHEN THE TIME GOES BY trying cry butt eye putting your pics all over like stop sins sitting here wrighting ryms sitting here thinking of the good times even putting your face on every dime thats what i would do it if i could like i should sitting the ryms for the sad times putting this on a track like if i had one wish it would be that you were back i even got RIP Chris On my hat cuz are family anit a rat i bet chris is saying this song is phat ill even get rip chris on my door mat even its like the good time are in my back-pack
its like a misstion complet when i make a new track or a beat make a time so me and the cheif can meet at the tipi come over cuz we are all cree rapping on the mic like a killa bee homie dont hate on my we are the same just the names step a foot to me you'll get blamed try to rym team lyrsistz will be on the wall of fame cuz d-town natives own this town turn up the sound then ill tell you to give it a round cuz people will be jumping up and down look at their face'is they turned up side down then i come back cuz young natives just got shot down
spark up the spekers and let the conklin play when im on the block freestylen to some pac never sell coke or rock juat put my money in my sox just sell weed an still make bucks turn up the volume up bump my flow when you rym it has to go yes i am abarrignal
ill be coming from the under ground like coming from the dog pound
turn up the sound or you'll get turned a round like your froun whats next
every time you rym it rex i hustle i dont want tell papper checks im like a t rex
i dont count decks its like when i lived in the hood all my live and im
still liven in the same hood if i was you i would rap if i could comen from
c-town spit a other veris i got tanst wereing jordans on my feet jaming to
the beats walking down the streets spiting some mad flow you know how
i go
rapping for my last breath rapping for my death im the best on the mic give the clock a tick and a tock i dont smoke rock i put my money in my sock never stop ryming for the show you know how i go bumping my head jummping on steag full of reag smoke a kush blunt blow it in your face im in the frist place im not racing on the mic i do my shit and its tigh riding tell i die fly to ctown knock that froun up side down walking down the block might see pac tell then ill bee riden like A low rida rapping on the mic like a killa bee bumping my flow jummping cuz i got to go ryming with the show stacking stackson the racks looking at the better days think how to change my way now im siting here smoking a kush blunt blow it in your face trun up the bass i got good tasst wereing jordan on my feet jaming to the beats Runing down the street in fort mac toking and
smoking drinking gray goose siping on OE if you
know what i mean try to be like me im a cree step
to me jaming to the beats dumping and jumping
drinking rum hiting the native drum if i diss you i
might call you dumb or some thing like what your ryms are
wack you might get jacked you wont wonna come back to
fort mac jaming to my beats runing around the
block ill go see pac when i die butt when my crew are fly by
so dont lie or we will make you cry it you in your eye so it will
dry im geting high i was just thinking why is my life like this i
wish and wish butt then all i will do is diss give your moma your
last kiss when im done ill go see my sis smoke a blunt or 3 cuz im
like a killa bee im team lyrsistz im serious with this d-town native bitch
smoking kush ryming to just comes to my head i think its time to go to bed
take a other hit of the kush i will go to my head if i hated you ill want you dead
im rolling to C-town with the funky beats that i be spiting and siping on a 40 of OE
come over becausewe are all cree
im siting here with t-nuts cant you read us we are cree cant they let us be siping on a 40 raping on the mic shit come to my head i say my shit every one likes it now we bumping so high jumping to the jam now we roll the kush blunt toking choking smoking we never stop famly frist now we all fly wereing jordans on are feet
homie died now i cry i needto stay high tell the day i die now its hard to stay strong iam crying like a bitch never going to snitch if i do take my lfe i wish i cango back in time so we can write some ryms looking at your grave thinking back in the day we were smoking purple haze we use to blaze now im crying tears runing down my eyes trying not to cry ill find this mother fucker while im wondering why you had to go you had to die wish you were still alive now im looking up in the sky always asking why!! leave my side last time i seen you we were chillin geting high now i dream about you every night your in my head 24 7 ill come see you up in heaven im trying not to cry i need to stay fly thinking about the day you all ways droped by you never lie now im siting here by my self geting high
MISS YOU DOWG
TO JULZ MISS YOU DOWG
ill hit you with the bat we are in fort mac talk shit youll get hit
ill jack you from your shoes to your hat next time you here my
ryms youll be smoking crack on the street of fort mac try to batle me your
ryms are wack no one was you back im down the street with a clip
and a mac im braking it down on a other track my ryms are back
runing around the streets of fort mac trying to find what i came in for
i need to spit some more ryms to bed forgeting all the crimes that we done
now its all past on
