pour out a little liquor

this one here go out to my nigga mike coolie

how you come up man?

i started young

kickin' dust and livin' rough

you watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss

man

i had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

and on the scene at the age of fourteen

huh

i packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five

we drinkin' forties

lil' shorties livin' naughty lives

you couldn't stop us

long as i got my glock

fuck the coppers

hangin' on the block

slangin' rocks and makin' profits

i couldn't fuck with the school life

i was a fool

i'll play that motherfucker for a tool

man

tonight'll be the night that's what we thinkin'

hustlin' in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin'

playin' them hoes like manure

first let my nigga fuck and then i fuck

that's how we do it

it's two niggas comin' up out the hood

livin' life just as good as we could

but since a bitch can't be trusted

hoes snitched to the police

now my nigga's busted

the cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail

tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell

and could nobody diss my nigga

damn

i miss my nigga

pour out a little liquor

my cousin died last year and i still can't let go"