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It's so cold in the D!
How the f*ck do we 'sposed to keep peace?
What's all on a n*gga's mind?
Murkin' and doin' time
Mason, he was like a brother to me
sh*t, we all used to slang, blaze them trees
Playing drinking games and sh*t
Always into big thangs and sh*t
It was getting wicked and sh*t
And all we did was just kick it and sh*t
But someone took his life; I couldn't believe it!
I'm having memories of what we used to do
But now you gone, and you can't do what we do
You know we only done it for the f*ckin crew...
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I'm having visions of how we used to hang and bang
It was never no complaining
Being in the D is bad for your health
How the f*ck do you suppose you stack your papers when all these n*ggas want your wealth?
It's hard in the D when you're trying to keep peace
Now you can rest, my n*gga
You don't have to worry about them test n*ggas tryna protest
That was giving you stress!
We know you was a Ridah
That's why them n*ggas tried ya
I know you're in a better place now
It's sad to see my n*gga gone to that better place now
I know your moms and fams going through something
But they'll be OK
All the real n*ggas gone, and the worms are left
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We all was together
It was Mason, rest in peace to you, Big Baby
And love to your baby, Tyrone
And Twon, baby Mareese
Low-dawg, T-low, Ray-Ray
Rest in peace to my n*gga, Ray-Ray
Meka, Esha, “J”, B-O, Kanisha...
Can’t forget that n*gga, Sweet P
And everybody else from the block
Anybody f*cks with us, they'll always get the Glock
Mason — 1981–2006, we'll see you again
We've got much love for you, my baby!
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