Yeah

Turn it up

That's right

For my niggas

Here we go



[Verse 1]

Some real niggas have gone away... never to return

Stay forever on wax cuz the mics they burn

Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, outta rhyme

So I return to make it hot for those who cannot

Smile down on me niggas, while I rock the spot

Is there heaven for a nice emcee

Crushin all these suckers dear God don't be mad with me

I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just wanna rock the party

And give you a taste of what's left, before I see death

Watch a nigga back, cuz I don't trust nobody

Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottie

Sendin angels to guide me through, in the white drop top

When they ride me through

When I hit the pearly gates, will they take my tax

Will they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat

Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in that piece

Will the fakes get locked by the cop police

Or will I have to deal with A