In Memory Of...
Album: Moment of Truth
Release Date: 3/31/98
Label: Noo Trybe
Explicit version of "In Memory Of..." lyrics
Mami Mary
I love you
You still here though
Word up
This goes out to you
Mary Parker
Grandfather Bill
Runy Manuel
Uncle C
Giovanni
To my man G O V
I remember how you used to be
You were the illest man alive
Now I'm reading your eulogy
Eyes so serious
You told me hold my head
Pursue this rap s***
And go forward never backwards
While you gripped Tec's tight
And ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics
Showin' wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence was callin'
By two gunshots at close range
Your frame had fallen
Now like a angel you've risen
And you will stay in my heart
And yo
Word
Zachary Bro
Harry O Fives
(Rest in peace)
Yeah
Joshua Faust
(Rest in peace)
Brian Brown y'all
To my man Brian B
I remember how you used to be
You were the flyest in the club
With three b****** doin' rub-a-dub
You was the pimp of all panderers
GQ
F*****' up the elegances
So many hookers on your schedule
Slammin' Cadillac doors
And smackin' whores on the regular
You used to boost
Climbin' through the back windows
On the bus you was ill
Until that chick you vicked
For the Cutlass
Started snillz-niffin' ki-daine
And went to cut cha
That freak shanked you
Six times in your sleep
I wish you was here
'Cause your philosophy was mad deep
Yeah
Keith 'Cowboy'
Prince Messiah
(Rest in peace)
Buffy
Tupac Shakur
(Rest in peace)
Pinkhouse
O G Boo Bang
(Rest in peace)
Seagram's
Biggie Smalls
Lance Owens y'all
To all my brothers doin' time
Whether or not you did the crime
You know the system is devised
To keep you deaf
Like Scarface said
"Them cats are smart
In order for things to change
We must all play a part"
It's easy for us to blame society
But now it's way too late
And we must take responsibility
To all my brothers in the streets
I know you feel you gotta hustle
'Cause your peeps gotta eat
Makin' moves right and exact
Don't wanna see you layin' flat
Don't wanna see ya catch a bullet black
If we don't build we'll be destroyed
That's the challenge we face
In this race of poor and unemployed
Freud
So philosophize this
Without love
To those who passed out there
In the deserts and the jungles
With pain on their shoulders and heavy bundles
I pray each one will ascend
To new heights and new enlightenment
And this is why I'm writin' it
Yeah
Linnet Grinnich
Yeah
(Rest in peace)
Ross
John Hood
(Rest in peace)
Kevin Fredricks
Leslie Clark and Will Clark
(Rest in peace)
Tommy Saunders
Don Clark
(Rest in peace)
This is in memory of
(Rest in peace)
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