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Verse 1:
They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy
are they asking me that because of the **** that's been thrown at me
or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care
Doody, most of my life is just been me and you there
and I continuously stare at pictures of you
I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to, but I do
yeah, I say it now and you can't hear me
what the **** good does that do me now, but somehow I know you're near me,
your presence, oh I went and dropped some presents off
for Easter, to them, two little beautiful boys of yours
to try to ease the, minds a little, and dawg you'll never believe this
but Sharonda, actually talks to me now, Jesus
and everyone else is just trying to pick up the pieces
man how could you touch so many ****ing lives and just leave us
they say grievance has its way of affecting everyone different
if it's true, how the **** I'm supposed to get over you
difficult as this sounds...
Verse 2:
yo, yeah
Doody, that's what we call each other, I don't know where it came from
but it just stuck with us, we was always brothers
never thought about each other's, skin colors
'till one day we was walking up the block in the summer
it was like 90 degrees, I was catching the sunburn
tryin'a walk under the trees, just to give me some comfort
I'm moaning, I just wanna get home, and I look over
and your shirt is off I'm like you're gonna fry you're like no I won't,
I'm black stupid, and black people, they got melatonin,
in the skin, we don't burn, meanwhile my face is glowin'
and I feel like I'm on fire, and the entire time you're just laughing at me
and snapping at me with your shirt, bastard
and I still have to get you back for that ****
and by the way, them Playboy rings my mother stole from you and Nate
finally got 'em back ****, it must've been at least sixteen years ago
well I put 'em in your casket, I'm moving past it
it still ain't registered yet, but you can bet,
your legacy, they'll never forget
the motor-city, Motown, hip hop vet,
hip hop shop dreads, it don't stop there, yeah
as difficult as this sounds...
Verse 3:
yeah
and this may sound a little strange but I'ma tell it
I found the jacked that you left at my wedding, I picked it up to smell it
I wrapped it up in plastic, until I put it in glass and
hang it up in the hallway, so I can always look at it
and as for all of me and D-12, we feel like **** rap
it feels like our general just ****ing died on our lap
we shut off all our pages, all our cell numbers is changed
our two-ways, are in the trash so some cats will have to find a new way
and I know that it feels like the dreams will die with you today
but the truth is, there all still here and you ain't
purple gang, you gotta keep pressing on
don’t ever give up the dream dog, I got love for you all
and Doody, it’s true you brought people together who never
would'a been in the same room if it wasn’t for you
you were the peacemaker Doody, I know sometimes you were moody
but you hated confrontation and truly hated the feuding
but you was down for yours whenever it came to scrapping
if it had to happen, it had to happen, believe me
I know you’re the one who taught me to throw them balls back on Dresden
from making cars to paint balling, getting arrested
to sitting across from each other in cells laughing and jesting
they tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question
I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up
didn’t show up for court, so we got off on a technicality, left sweating
me, you and what's his face, I forgot his ****ing name
shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team
and if I see him again I’ma punch him in the ****ing face
and that's on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina’s name
I let the pistol bang once just to leak a shot in the air
for you and pour some liquor out for you with Obie
in the parking lot, of 54, just before
we were supposed to get in cars to come and see you once more
difficult as this sounds...
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wow. i wonder if he is mad at the leak of this song!pretty personal.