For Da Brothaz - Kool G. Rap

[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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