Crossroads

I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live on
I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
We live forever baby… (put ya lighters up)
Y’all will never die baby…
You live forever baby… (put ya lighters up)
You live through me…
Yea… Yea…
What’s up John Reed? Uncle Sweet… Uncle Randy (What's up sweet? I see you baby!
) Gangstas nigga! Randy Van Troy! Rest in peace gangsta! Yea! We love you
gangsta! Rest in peace gangsta! I know y’all niggas lookin down on me!
I’m’a dedicate this song to the gone
All my niggas that left ya live on
Now Everybody! I need to put ya lighters up!
WeLL UH HUH! I need to put ya lighters up!
I done lost a lieutenant, a mother lost her son
A brother lost a brother, and that’s not including others
That you touch through your personality
And since I lost you the devil breathin' after me
But I’m’a prevail from ATL
And know that I’m missin' you like hell (like hell)
I’m talkin' bout a hood tragedy nigga
And everybody always askin me nigga
I love this nigga, we ate together
The same fork off the same plate together
I wish I would’ve been there when they came
I would’ve left 'em in a flame
But I’m’a see him at the crossroads
I got some blunts and some liquor
Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I’m’a picture (or pitcher I’m not sure)
I’m’a see him at the crossroads
Cuz that’s my mothafuckin' nigga
So he won’t be lonely (lonely)
Hit the club, hoes askin' where you at
«Chillin' with the father» I reply back
Sack after sack after sack after sack
They ain’t even have to do ya like that
But niggas full of shit so I don’t fuck wit 'em
Niggas lookin crazy, I get right with 'em
They killed my dog, They killed my ace
Forever I miss ya, Ya can’t be replaced
I wish I would’ve been there when they jacked
I’d blew 'em out the door with that mothafuckin' mack
I’d walk blackbottom for my mothafuckin' dogs
Look him in his eyes, leave him in the fog
I love ya unc, I miss ya man
And I can’t wait to grab ya hand
And pull ya close and embrace ya with the other
Man you my mothafuckin' brother
But I’m’a see him at the crossroads
I got some blunts and some liquor
Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I’m’a picture
I’m’a see him at the crossroads
Cuz that’s my mothafuckin' nigga
So he won’t be lonely (lonely)
Yea (yea)