[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 Typin Nice At 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 Glocks



Collectin Street Props, Splittin Tops, Didn't Stop, So Many Men Dropped



Started Committin Murder After Murder



Blasted The Last Nigga That Tried To Riff 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



And This Type Of Street Violence Today Happens Too Often



It 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 Puzzled I'm Pledgin



Died At The Age Of 17, Brooklyn East New York Legend




(Tap The Bottom Of The Bottle For The Brothers)



Keep It Real On The Street, Money, And Look Out For One Another




[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-o Way Back 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



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