paroles de chanson Send Him Our Love - Joe Budden

I still recall, a second fate
I miss you nigga
I know you're up there, doing good (I don't wanna say goodbye)

Look
What up, Ray was speechless, I ain't know what to say
Got the call like at 8 a.m. with Nate saying
You had passed away, I'm like, "Why niggas stay playing?"
Your MySpace page playing, I started my day aching
It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor untill it wasn't a rumor
Can't believe that it's over
But if god called you, I ain't even mad at him
He must have needed a soldier

I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah
When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more
We used to scream, "Fuck these niggas" like Tim dog
You was the only rap nigga I would fend for
Was feenin' for beats, stuck between a dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
'Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya
But love something too much, guaranteed it will kill ya for realer

Know what I mean
I remember we was in the studio doin'
Doin' you know, what happened it was me, you and Core
You told me to keep my verses sixteen
Said you know I can't do that
I went ahead, gave them mad bars
You was mad as fuck
You went and tried to stretch your shit out
But I wasn't having it though, nigga

Look, Rian squad keep your head up
Remember we would diss each other on tracks
Laugh about it when we met up
I'm looking in your casket, praying a nigga get up
For a minute I couldn't help but think that you was set up
No matter who you are, you gotta answer when the lord calling
I told you, "Go and fuck with Jimmy", that's before ballin'
Go get your cash right, hard to slow down, livin' the fast life
I just heard you on flex show last night

Like was it old beef or was you getting stuck up?
A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up
And I was too but the difference is
I was mournin' all at the ignorant value of life that living gets
Pulled the burner on you but you fought that dude
I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude
It's sad another black man taken by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance
Goddamn

I remember like
I remember we was in Cancun
That was my first time out there in Cancun
Me and you was rolling together
You talking about where the bitches
Where the bitches, where the bitches at
Like nigga I dunno, you're supposed to be the georgeous gangsta
Don't ask me nothing, I don't speak no Spanish
I love you nigga

I know the kids really need you
I keep telling 'em Pac wanted to sign you and Biggie wanted to see you
Pun wanted to cypher, L' wanted you to bring
Some of that good kush up and get a little higher
Go and help Jam Master J get the crowd hyper
Or maybe freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider
Maybe Alliyah single up there and need a rider
I know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire

You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You can be the georgeous gangsta and niggas won't hate
Some niggas tapped the bottle, poured out a little Hennesey
I'm in the clouds screaming, "Squad up", in your memory

I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock
You had some bitch in your car and your car broke down
And you called me talking about, "Dude I got triple A and shit"
I'm like, "Nah but at least that answer your question"
And you like, "What question?"
I'm like, "Well I just heard a song of yours
Talking about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you
And she wanna go ride with a G"
I love you nigga