For da Brothaz Kool G Rap

[Verse 1]
I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene
Fiendin' to make his dreams come true but see, money was caught mean
Started runnin' wild and livin' life type of foul that was my shorty's style
But deep down in heart he was still only a child
He was taking nice to ball, if he had height, y'all
Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I watched his life fall
Blowin' up the spots and poppin' them tec Glocks
Collectin' street props, splittin' tops, didn't stop, so many men dropped
Started committin' murder after murder
Blasted the last nigga that tried to be so fast he flipped him like a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
In this type of street it's violence today happens too often
That hit me hard as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
People droppin' a rose when the casket is closed
Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger - Die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, Nigga it's bout whose draw is quicker
So to my shorty dog, Puzzle, I'm pledgin'
Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend

[Hook]
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street