Fallen Soldiers

[Cormega]
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas

Yo we bled for hours, now I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my [bad word] Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor
Cuz he was reppin on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder
Now I treasure our memories together, it's hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breath wit a pen
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet, it kinda deep when it ends
I Still remember you, beefin over [bad word] calls at basketball games cheatin
Yo, my cipher ain't complete, I'm sorry for that argument we had
On twelfth street over a sale, knowing well, that you was seekin dough as well
But we made up the same night
And thru the years remained tight, the same love
The same goal, rockin the same Nikes
Now that you gone, I'm here reppin your name right, yo

Chorus [Cormega]
Yo, Did you ever lose a [bad word] you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
God forgive me for fillin niggas wit slugs
And is it a crime when we was dealing these drugs?
Yo, Did you ever lose a [bad word] you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
God forgive me for fillin niggas wit slugs
And is it a crime when we was dealing these drugs?

[Cormega]
And to my cousin Bam
my mother [bad word] man, I find it hard to understand
You gone, you physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace
Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to crush white
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
And if I start cryin' when I rhyme I can't help it
Analyze, never think I forgot you, son you my heart
And even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin' cartoons and shootin' playguns
Who ever thought we'd see this day come?
Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
That her youngest child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin' wild
Ya'll gone now, but livin' in my memory
Ya'll fallen soldiers, sleepin' in serenity

Chorus

[Cormega]
Killa Black, whattup my [bad word] 
I know you chillin with my [bad word] Ill Will
inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, still in your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me?
I know the O-Z's are whiter there, [bad word] much tighter there
Navigator rims spinning, shine a lot brighter yea 
The same old thing, gun, game, and cocaine
Your brother Havoc gotta platinum gold chain.
Son it's all good in the hood, I'm in the Lex with the wood-grain
So it's never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge real niggas who passed
Whether holdin heat, or in it for cash
Some of ya'll led sinister paths, some were pure like
Colombian raw, knockin on heaven's door
The only thing my niggas ran from in life is law
I reminisce your memories, for you this Hennessy I pour

Chorus with Variation to last line