(To the one who we all love the most)
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone
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Everybody gettin it on
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Everybody locked up
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Everybody on the curb
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Everybody in the struggle
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It's gon' be aight
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We proposin a toast for all a y'all
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This one's for y'all man, for everybody, Yo
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I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops
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A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop
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Always told me he lookin out on what's best for me
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And use the best of my descretion on my destiny
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And all during this phase, you expected straight A's
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I had F's, absences, and thirty late days
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I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car
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Dad you know I'm sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer
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But why order me, tell me school was top priority
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Givin mad hints, thinkin like it's got to more to me
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Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable
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Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table
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And the way you handle things was like 'Marlon, I'm here to help'
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Moms be like 'I'm yellin for my health wit a belt'
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I'm tryna' share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl
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I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world
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(Hook) 2x
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Propose a toast if they here or not here
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All my niggas throw them bottles in the mothafuckin air
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Dead and gone or alive gettin it on
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Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God Bless
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(We propose a toast to those
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All the ones we love the most)
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(Wassup Hap, chillin?)
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Same ol', same ol'
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You know, tryna' turn this block into a volcano
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Blow it up!
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Sayin though, wassup wit you
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How's the crew and mom dukes
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(They aight)
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True, true
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Me, well, you know my moms died
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It's aight, go 'head and cry
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You get over it as time flies
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I did
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(Tears slid from his eylid
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He got silent, then he said violent)
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My mom's is all I had!
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Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups
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To cream whip up and somethin's triple up
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Been skippin up all nickled up
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Neck icecicled up, best part is
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Yo, I don't give a fuck!
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Kirk, you still rhymin?
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I see you got diamonds
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Look like sales is climbin
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Nigga, look at you smilin
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Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross
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At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of Smirnoff
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Propose me a toast, I love you, adios
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(Hook)
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You was that nigga B
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And I miss you to death
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I couldn't maintain the pain when you left, e'ry breath
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A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home
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I know you B, know you oversea watchin over me
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We became cool when I used to cut school
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You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs
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Lookin out for me, and it wasn't even on yet
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Comin home wit freaks, I'm like 'Gene, are they gone yet?'
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Gave me the green light dude, go 'head and bang
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I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang
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From there on it was gravy
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The Wreckin Crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy
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Ain't enough balls to express holdin stress
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Never the less, Gene, you was the mothafuckin best
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So I bring it to a closing
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Them bitch niggas stopped ya time
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But they can't stop this toast I'm proposin
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(Hook) 4x
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(talking)
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Yeah, Yeah
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This joint right here is dedicated to my man Showtime
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My mothafuckin man Q
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My man Gene Gotti
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My cousin Ray, Jr.
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All my niggas locked up that I ain't neva gon' see no more
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All my niggas in the struggle
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Yo this one's for y'all man
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Word up
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Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless
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Propose a toast to my father man
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My man J Black
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Aight
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Ya'nah'mean
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Mr. Dorsey
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Everybody out there on the corners
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Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a y'all man
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Throw them bottles in the air, aight
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Word up, propose a toast
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Propose a Toast
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Sporty Thievz |