Yeah yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when
You wouldn't expect it
High shot 'em in his head
Shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the
Bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick to the script
When the Ds question us
Killa got knocked for a body
And Pump snitched on 'em
The next thing you know
Killa came home Muslim huh, we ain't mad at
Cha' like the Mack-to-the-10
Too much and he's back at it again
Like the Scarface Twinz
I seen this nigga cut a nigga up
So bad I had to stop looking
I miss the dead, I wish the dead
Would please come back, I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same
Their spirit gon' live through me
Listen, I light a candle on
Your death and birthday
Lord have mercy it seems you cursed
Me with a life of pain
All I do is strain, everyday a struggle
Everyday it rain
Even when the sun's shining
They say that's when God crying
Dark clouds hanging over my head
May lightning strike me down if I'm lying
I miss my pops all I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me to
Hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store
He did the sticking I was
In the get-a-way car
Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry
We had a high speed chase with Nassau County
I was eight years old, my pops was drama
They locked him up and sent me home to mama
I was Ferrari dreaming
E copped the Navigator
On the way there and back
He told me about the jux
Him and Troy took the niggas for
Their shine and had 'em shook
And how he killed Black Just but
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up f*cked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had Sickle-cell
Me and him use to kick it and
Bag's baby moms died giving birth
Cause of Sickle-cell problems
And Shamik from Lefrak would
Bring me Red Lobster
I never knew they was coming
They would just pop up
My niggas you stunt on us, we shoot people
Straight like that, no half step, I eat you
Alive with this 4 5 mag-i-num
Stay on your toes cause we toe tagging 'em
Prodigy - Veterans Memorial Part II Lyrics
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Yeah yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when
You wouldn't expect it
High shot 'em in his head
Shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the
Bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick to the script
When the Ds question us
Killa got knocked for a body
And Pump snitched on 'em
The next thing you know
Killa came home Muslim huh, we ain't mad at
Cha' like the Mack-to-the-10
Too much and he's back at it again
Like the Scarface Twinz
I seen this nigga cut a nigga up
So bad I had to stop looking
I miss the dead, I wish the dead
Would please come back, I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same
Their spirit gon' live through me
Listen, I light a candle on
Your death and birthday
Lord have mercy it seems you cursed
Me with a life of pain
All I do is strain, everyday a struggle
Everyday it rain
Even when the sun's shining
They say that's when God crying
Dark clouds hanging over my head
May lightning strike me down if I'm lying
I miss my pops all I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me to
Hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store
He did the sticking I was
In the get-a-way car
Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry
We had a high speed chase with Nassau County
I was eight years old, my pops was drama
They locked him up and sent me home to mama
I was Ferrari dreaming
E copped the Navigator
On the way there and back
He told me about the jux
Him and Troy took the niggas for
Their shine and had 'em shook
And how he killed Black Just but
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up f*cked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had Sickle-cell
Me and him use to kick it and
Bag's baby moms died giving birth
Cause of Sickle-cell problems
And Shamik from Lefrak would
Bring me Red Lobster
I never knew they was coming
They would just pop up
My niggas you stunt on us, we shoot people
Straight like that, no half step, I eat you
Alive with this 4 5 mag-i-num
Stay on your toes cause we toe tagging 'em
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when
You wouldn't expect it
High shot 'em in his head
Shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the
Bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick to the script
When the Ds question us
Killa got knocked for a body
And Pump snitched on 'em
The next thing you know
Killa came home Muslim huh, we ain't mad at
Cha' like the Mack-to-the-10
Too much and he's back at it again
Like the Scarface Twinz
I seen this nigga cut a nigga up
So bad I had to stop looking
I miss the dead, I wish the dead
Would please come back, I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same
Their spirit gon' live through me
Listen, I light a candle on
Your death and birthday
Lord have mercy it seems you cursed
Me with a life of pain
All I do is strain, everyday a struggle
Everyday it rain
Even when the sun's shining
They say that's when God crying
Dark clouds hanging over my head
May lightning strike me down if I'm lying
I miss my pops all I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me to
Hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store
He did the sticking I was
In the get-a-way car
Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry
We had a high speed chase with Nassau County
I was eight years old, my pops was drama
They locked him up and sent me home to mama
I was Ferrari dreaming
E copped the Navigator
On the way there and back
He told me about the jux
Him and Troy took the niggas for
Their shine and had 'em shook
And how he killed Black Just but
He meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rover over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up f*cked
Up in the hospital troy and Bags would visit
Troy had Sickle-cell
Me and him use to kick it and
Bag's baby moms died giving birth
Cause of Sickle-cell problems
And Shamik from Lefrak would
Bring me Red Lobster
I never knew they was coming
They would just pop up
My niggas you stunt on us, we shoot people
Straight like that, no half step, I eat you
Alive with this 4 5 mag-i-num
Stay on your toes cause we toe tagging 'em
Writer: ALAN MAMAN, ALBERT JOHNSON, DARRYL CARTER, RICHARD BRADY
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Performed By: Prodigy
Language: English
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, ALBERT JOHNSON, DARRYL CARTER, RICHARD BRADY