feat. Big Boo
The time it take, 50 take, fuck that
(Uhh, throw them hands up, throw them hands up)
Niggaz ain't bring no drinks?

[Thirtstin Howl III]
Always been Vick-Lo, always been Vick-Lo, always been Vick-Lo
We brew to deuce, it's the truth
Niggaz went boostin to pay Mark-Lo funeral
Rest in peace - Pumpkin, for Marcus Garvey
Scarred from your parting, handle Bristol Park beef
Fast Capone, died early
17 goin on 30 fast life's, dirty derby
Forget not, LoLife Prophets
Heads painted your memorials in our projects
Shit handcuffs co-defendants
On the million man rush, with jail manners
You're my fam, I always set it
Callin me out the window with a 40 for breakfast
Fakes told, Face-Lo, your fatal
A con who could pawn, fake gold
Been through trades, with Little Dave
Go back test the same store within two days
Fashion statements, stay dipped
Sacred, like the Star of David
Dangerous on some "Dana Dane With Fame" shit
durin the diggin pocket phases

[Chorus 2X: Big Boo]
This everyday lifestyle you live or die
Some make it through the fog, some don't make it by
Some niggaz gonna stand firm, some gonna cry
Some give love and loyalty, some gonna lie

[Thirstin Howl III]
What up Big Boo? Ralph-Lo, Fatine



G-George the boostin legend, strong arm shopping
Eddie Lee, forever, in our memories
Rest in peace, corner of Livonia and Chester Street
Steve Black, Monton
Armed guards, shit's changed now that my mom's gone
Fox Freedman, Attica riots relived
Resist, everybody got they reasons
Crime virtue, store curfew
Pursue, bank trust Lizzie bags and girdles
Just go home, Beck you doin graffiti
Where