Cheers - Obie Trice

Yea
We ain't here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in this struggle man

I's remember when I was on the ave clutching 'em dimes
Gut touchin my spine
Bustin my rhymes
Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times
No sight of the future
Damn right I'll shoot ya
Palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hoe on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like "Oh, oh he's a bad case
He won't last, his track record'll do the math"

Crack solicitation on the avenue
Its not new to you listeners but this is true
Listen up
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else
I might as well give this up
Feel me now
From rocks to pow pows
Glocks to pow-da
I done did it all so I clutch my balls
And notice they still here so Obie is still here
So Kobie, here's to you and daddy's new career

So grab ya cups of (Beer)
And put em up let's (Cheer)
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Now grab ya cups of (Gin)
Put em up let's (Win)
Here's a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Now I understand every man got a story to tell
But fuck it I got a story as well
Growin up where us niggas either buried or jail
Popped by Dirty Harry or popped by the cops for the yayo
Locked in a cell

Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood where my crew was slain
Only a few remains
Y'all talk about struggle
With yo bubble gum lifestyles
Nigga fuck you

I'm here today for Fam passed away,
Bodies deep 6, nigga
Flesh decayed
Real cats who had TECs to spray
Babies to raise
Missed them cradles went straight to the grave

That hood life is in me
So I sip the Remy while my pockets scream gimme
Lend me ya ear
I guarantee y'all feelin me
Straight from the block to the industry
C'mon!

So grab ya cups of (Beer)
And put em up let's (Cheer)
Here's a toast ta all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out

Now grab ya cups of (Gin)
Put em up let's (Win)
Here's a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas
This what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie post em out



Credits
Writer(s): Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Obie Trice, Steven Lee King
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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