Cheers

[Intro: Obie Trice]

A lot of motherfuckers man

Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer

Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy

That's what I'm doin' this for (Ooh Yeah!)

Yeah, we ain't here to mourn

We here to celebrate

So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man

(Ooh Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]

I's remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin' them dimes

Gun touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes

Feelin like I'm living in them lost times

No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (ew yeah)

Palm tight on the Rooster, old in the face

'Cause this hold on my case got my growth at a fast pace

Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case

He won't last, his track record'll do the math"

Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners

But this is true, listen up

I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else

I might as well give this up, feel me now

From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der

I done did it all, so I clutch my balls

And notice they still here, so Obie is still here

So Kobie here's to you and daddy's new career

[Chorus: Obie Trice, Eminem (With Eminem)]

So grab your cups of beer, put 'em up let's cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my niggas this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (C'mon!)

Now grab your cups of gin, put 'em up let's win

Here's a toast to never lookin' back again (Never looking back!)

This is it my niggas this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

Now I understand every man got a story to tell

But fuck it, I got a story as well

Growin up where us niggas either buried or jail

Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the yayo

Locked in a cell, who's to blame

When I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain

Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle

With your bubblegum lifestyle, nigga fuck you

I'm here today for fam passed away

Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay

Real cats who had techs to spray

Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave

That hood life is in me

So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "gimme"

Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteeing y'all feelin me

Straight from the block to the industry (C'MON)

[Chorus: Obie Trice, Eminem (With Eminem)]

So grab your cups of beer, put 'em up let's cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my niggas this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (C'mon!)

Now grab your cups of gin, put 'em up let's win

Here's a toast to never lookin' back again (Never looking back!)

This is it my niggas this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)

[Outro: Obie Trice]

Yeah, all my homies that's deceased rest in peace

My nigga KF Ski, Little Green

P-Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin'

We got a chance to speak to the world nigga, haha, and I ain't stoppin'

Straight off the 'Craft

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(Ooh Yeah!)