Pavement lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It's all real, n*gga
This sh*t for my n*ggas, man
This sh*t for all my n*ggas
Yeah
It's all real
Look, look

[Verse 1]
I do this sh*t for Machine Gun Black
Traded my talent to rap to get Machine Gun back (Uhuh)
Ask around, they'd tell you, Machine run rap (Ask the n*ggas)
When I'm still in the hood letting my machine gun clap (Brr)
Rest in peace Quan, we was just smoking in my kitchen (Psh)
Not even ten days later a n*gga smoked him and I miss him (Rest in peace, my n*gga)
There's some shooters I know that's in position
You see 'em, make sure you lock 'em in the scope so you don't miss 'em (Don't miss them n*ggas, yeah)
It's curtains if my n*ggas catch him
Like Harold and Mielenz, they left them at the intersection (Brrr)
The streets giving lessons (Uh)
It's like I've been to more funerals than I've been to weddings (Psh)
And the sh*t is depressing (Damn)
Can't leave the house unless I pick up my chrome
I'm tired of hearing bad news when I pick up my phone
One of my man's little sisters got, hit in the dome
Pour some liquor turn this sh*t up and zone (Turn this up)
I promise you not alone (Uhuh)
[Chorus]
I lost some real ones to these streets (Rest in peace, n*gga)
I know that one day we'll meet again (Cap)
If you ever lost some real one in these streets (Uhuh)
Light up your brain, drink away the pain (Drink up)
Pour out some liquor to the pavement (Ayo, crack that bottle, homie, come on, pour some out)
Pour out some liquor to the pavement, uh (Yeah, you know how this sh*t go, n*gga)

[Verse 2]
This for them n*ggas that sold drugs for the sport
Federal sentence, a finger to the judge in the court (Haah!)
When he heard all of them numbers, he ain't even bust (Psh, he ain't cared)
His own homies snitched on him, damn, where's the love? (That's f*cked up)
D Black got clapped, I cried for a week straight (I miss you n*gga)
When Big Dog got bodied, I couldn't sleep straight (That was my n*gga)
The last time I seen Rock n Roll Pete face
We was probably laughing at Jim's havin' a cheesesteak (That sh*t's f*cked up)
Pour out some liquor for my n*ggas I lost
Used to think about Doughboy when I was whipping the salt
Break the sour diesel down and then I twist the cigar
n*ggas almost killed me, only twisted my jaw (Hahahaha!)
When Prodigy died, that sh*t hurt (Huh)
My n*gga Lord Flee called, my phone going berzerk (Psh)
And that sh*t hurt me more 'cause I felt his pain (That sh*t hurt, n*gga)
So we gon' hold this grimy sh*t down in Prodigy name, motherf*cker (We got this sh*t)
[Chorus]
I lost some real ones to these streets (Rest in peace, n*gga)
I know that one day we'll meet again (Cap)
If you ever lost some real one in these streets (Uhuh)
Light up your brain, drink away the pain (Drink up)
Pour out some liquor to the pavement (Ayo, crack that bottle, homie, come on, pour some out)
Pour out some liquor to the pavement, uh (Yeah, you know how this sh*t go, n*gga)