Veteran’s Memorial Pt. 2 Prodigy

[Prodigy]
Yeah-yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns, we was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when you wouldn't expect it
High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick to the script, when the Ds question us
Killa got knocked for a body and *Pump* snitched on 'em
The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim
Huh, we ain't mad at cha' like the Mack-to-the-10
Too much and he's back at it again
Like the Scarface Twinz
I seen this nigga cut a nigga up so bad I had to stop looking

(Chorus) Prodigy X2
I miss the dead, I wish the dead
Would please come back, I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same
Their spirit gon' live through me