For da Brothaz

[Verse 1]

I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene

Fiendin' to make his dreams come true but see, money was caught mean

Started runnin' wild and livin' life type of foul that was my shorty's style

But deep down in heart he was still only a child

He was taking nice to ball, if he had height, y'all

Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall

Blowin' up the spots and poppin' them TEC's, Glock's

Collectin' street props, splittin' tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped

Started committin' murder after murder

Blasted the last nigga that tried to be so fast he flipped him like a burger

Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger

He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger

In this type of street it's violence today happens too often

That hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin

People droppin' a rose when the casket is closed

Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes

They say: "Live by the trigger - Die by the trigger"

It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, Nigga it's bout whose draw is quicker

So to my shorty dog, Puzzle, I'm pledgin'

Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend

[Hook]

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street

[Verse 2]

Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von but now he's long gone

So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on

Me and black go way back to in childhood when we was wild hoods

Runnin around the neighborhood and up to no good

Started hangin' hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars

Then put behind bars, sellin' drugs and pullin' yards

Then my crimey got locked up for cookin' the rock up

Started bouncin' uptown to stock up

My nigga straight blew the block up

Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight runnin' with flashlights

On the double in fast flight, that's when he seen his last nights

Out on the street runnin' from the heat

Got knocked and locked up from (Happy New Year!) all the way down to (Trick or Treat!)

The two of those in a wardrobe of clothes, got back on crackin'

I let him whip the Max and go lookin for hoes

And then another sad story is headed for me

When I found out another soldier died in the territory

So in memory of my dog I write a lyric

Straight hopin' melodies travel from my mind to your spirit

Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin'

Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend

[Hook]

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another

(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)

Keep it real on the street

[Outro]

Word up to my nigga Mr. Gunz, rest in peace

Word up to my nigga Black Star, rest in peace

Word up to my nigga Rasheem, rest in peace

Word up to my nigga Universal, rest in peace

[Production by T-Ray]