Yo homies, wrote this shit fo my bro and my homies who was killed in gang related violence on april 29th 2005 and may 5th 2005... this is fo my brother A-C-E A.K.A Aaron Chris Evans, my homie Paul Marcello A.K.A tha spit masta, and my best friend Sean Smith A.K.A Loc... this chorus is from the song Miss my dawgs by lil' wayne...
I Miss My Dawgs
[Intro]
shiiit niggaz,
why did i left?
no way them niggaz woulda popped u if i was wit u...
you lived by the gun, died by the gun niggaz,
true blood souljas,
R.I.P. Spit
R.I.P. Loc
Shiit...
Specail R.I.P. fo' u A-C-E
miss you brotha
[Chorus]
Man I miss my dawgs
Many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees
Many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs
Me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end
For only you I was in the game
[Verse 1]
It was Friday, April 29th, the night that my bro was stolen,
if we're all God's plan, then did he plan for that gat to be blowin?
i guess life leads in different directions, we never really knowin,
and now that you left in a different direction, got me wonderin where am i goin?
ACE nigga, you always said you had to play wit the cards you were dealt,
And now unfortunately I'm sittin in my house by myself,
not used to rappin wit out you here to help,
and poof your gone, after all this shit we been through,
and i noe that lil' jarome is gon' miss you,
you was always there for him, you was the best uncle that exists dude,
before you died he said he wanted to do things jus like unkie chris do,
and then u died, right afta that chat wit my man Issue,
Nigga I’m sure he gon’ miss you too,
And I promise I’ll be with you soon,
Nigga,
[Chorus]
Man I miss my dawgs
Many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees
Many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs
Me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end
For only you I was in the game
[verse 2]
I grew up in the hood, therefore the hood is all I know
I grew up wit sum niggaz, then watched them niggaz go,
I knew that night I shouldn’t of left you guys,
Three gunshot blasts, suddenly three of my homies died,
We was never wealthy niggaz, but we was hood rich,
Spent many long nights, just chillin wit our click
Now all I got left is A-C-E r.i.p tatted on my wrists,
It’s the shit,
Cuz you a nigga that is gonna be missed, as I sit here writin this,
I gotta resist the temptations of crying, I must persist,
Live my life to the fullest, and maybe one day in the midst,
I’d see you my niggaz, see y’all at thugs mansion, see y’all through the fog,
But that’s not until later, all I can do now is just miss all o my dawgs,
[chorus]
Man I miss my dawgs
Many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees
Many nights we were hustlin
Man I miss my dawgs
Me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end
For only you I was in the game
[verse 3]
I remember all the times we had as a crew,
Young and clueless, spent hours jus kickin it sniffin some glue,
Smoking blunts, while we grippin on twos,
Have to discipline niggaz, for steppin on our shoes,
Runnin up on their front lawns, guns drew,
Crank up the NWA, shut off that blink 182,
From living the glorious life, young prankstas,
Then we grew to notorious life, cold gangstas,
And for what, to be buried at the age of 25?
The chances are against us, there’s no way to survive, livin this hood life,
I’m gonna miss every day together that we’ve spent,
Many days hustling, just to make a few cent,
Even those 3 years we spent in the pen,
I’d do it all over again, just to be wit u again,
But you’re gone now, and I gotta accept the reality of your fatality,
But I don’t know how? With all your vitality,
nigga you took 5, I thought you had immortality,
But I guess that I was lead wrong, that’s why I wrote this song,
So I have a piece of you, now that you’re gone,
Muthafucka,
And don’t worry niggaz, I’ll take care of your kids and wifes,
Cuz you’ve taken care of me all my life nigga,
We’ve been together fo’ 18 years, livin in this life of war,
You’ve been wit me through all my tears (gun cocks) and now it’s time to get some more
RIP Billboard we miss u nigga
Aaron Chris Evans A.K.A. A-C-E--- July 19 1980- April 29 2005
Paul Marcello A.K.A. Tha Spit Masta--- June 30 1983- May 5 2005
Sean Smith A.K.A. Loc--- March 4 1985- May 5 2005
RIP Billboard we miss u nigga
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