Send Him Our Love

[Intro: Stack Bundles] Listen, if you listen to this it's evidence you tryin to figure out if I'm due Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me And got your own views about who's really that dude Well, the South movement got ten months left And come Valentine's Day the game will merge to the West And I feel it's absurd that the East is the sellin the less Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game They won't retire, so the generation just remain the same A bunch of opportunists that was given opportunity To make a difference in music but gave no opportunity Nothing new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound Same old producers, with the same ass sound Up and coming artists got identity crisis Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away But when you me you think of a way To cast the criticism aside, get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say The radio's goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should And not what the listeners say they should, indeeed they should Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggas like Suge! But then there they'll blackball me And that's a long story, no crossover so I wrote the Crossover But if the album sell out, I'd be considered a sellout The fans keep asking, 'When's the album going to come out?' Ask your local execs, I'm out [DJ On Point - talking] (*echo*) We call this one "Send Him Our Love" Rest in peace to Stack Bundles [Chorus 1: Steve Perry (Sampled)] I still recall A sad café How it hurt so bad to see her cry I didn't want to say goodbye [Joe Budden - talking behind the Hook] Uh I know you up there doin it big (DJ ON POINT) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain't know what to say Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate saying You had passed away, I'm like why niggas stay playing? Your MySpace page playing, it started my day aching It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn't a rumor Can't believe that it's over But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must've needed a soldier I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more We used to scream 'fuck these niggas!' like Tim Dog You was the only rap nigga I would fend for Was fiending for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets You just wanted to be seen as elite Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya But love something too much, guarantee it'll kill ya For real a [Chorus 2: Steve Perry (Sampled)] Send her my love Memories remain Send her my love Roses never fade Send her my love Memories remain Send her my— Send her my love [Collision/Ad-Libs: Joe Budden] You nah mean? I remember we Was in the studio doing, doing "You Know What'll Happen" It was me, you and Cau (you know what'll happen) You told me to keep my verses sixteen I said, "You know I can't do that!" I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as fuck You went and tried to stretch your shit out, I wasn't having it though, nigga [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Look, Riot Squad keep your head up Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up I'm looking in your casket, praying a nigga get up For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord calling I told you go and fuck with Jimmy, that's before "Ballin" Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life I just heard you on Flex show last night Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up? A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up And I was too but the difference is I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that living gets Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude It's sad another black man, taken by a black hand Was your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance God damn! [Chorus 2: Steve Perry (Sampled)] Send her my love Memories remain Send her my love Roses never fade Send her my love Memories remain Send her my— Send her my love [Collision/Ad-Libs: Joe Budden] I remember like I remember we was in Cancun That was my first time out there in Cancun Me and you was rollin together You talkin about 'where the bitches, where the bitches, where the bitches at?' Like nigga I don't know, you supposed to be "The Gorgeous Gangsta" Don't ask me nothin, I don't speak no Spanish I love you nigga [Verse 3: Joe Budden] I know the kids really need you I keep telling 'em, Pac wanted to sign you and Big wanted to see you Pun wanted to cypher L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher Go and help Jam Master Jay get the crowd hyper Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a writer Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire You in a better place up there at the pearly gates You could be "The Gorgeous Gangster" and niggas won't hate Some niggas tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy I'm in the clouds, screamin "Squad Up" in your memory [Chorus 2: Steve Perry (Sampled)] Send her my love Memories remain Send her my love Roses never fade Send her my love Memories remain Send her my— Send her my love [Collision/Ad-Libs: Joe Budden] I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock And you had some bitch in your car and your car broke down And you called me talkin about 'Do I got AAA and shit?' I'm like 'nah, but at least that answer your question' And you like 'what question?' I'm like 'well, I just heard a song of yours Talking about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you And she want go ride with a G' Haha, I love you nigga Uh, and rest in peace