Shady Records
Cheers
[Obie Trice - talking]
A lot of motherfuckers man
Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer
Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy
That's what I'm doin this for (Ooh Yeah!)

[Introduction]
Yeah, we ain't here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man
(Ooh Yeah!)

[Verse 1]
I's remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes
Gun touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes
Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times
No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (ew yeah)
Palm tight on the Rooster
Old in the face, cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case
He won't last, his track record'll do the math"
Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners
But this is true, listen up
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else
I might as well give this up, feel me now
From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der
I done did it all, so I clutch my balls
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe here's to you and daddy's new career
[Hook]
So grab your cups of beer
Put 'em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my n***as this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)
Now grab your cups of gin
Put 'em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my n***as this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Now I understand every man got a story to tell
But fuck it, I got a story as well
Growin up where us n***as either buried or jail
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain
Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle
With your bubblegum lifestyle (*scratching*) n***a fuck you
I'm here today for fam passed away
Bodies deep six n***a, flesh decay
Real cats who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave
That hood life is in me
So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "gimme"
Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteein y'all feelin me
Straight from the block to the industry (C'MON)
[Hook]
So grab your cups of beer
Put 'em up let's cheer
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
This is it my n***as this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)
Now grab your cups of gin
Put 'em up let's win
Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
This is it my n***as this what we boast about
Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)

[Outro]
Yeah, all my homies that's deceased rest in peace
My n***a KF Ski, Little Green
P-Funk you'll be home in a minute n***a, haha, we get it poppin
We got a chance to speak to the world n***a, haha, and I ain't stoppin
Straight off the craft .. 313

(Ooh Yeah!)