Send Him Our Love
by dolly parton
[Stack Bundles]
Listen
If you listen to this, it's evident you tryna figure out if I'm due
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe your one of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views over who's really that dude
Meanwhile the south movement got 10 months left
And come Valentines Day, the game will merge to the West
And I feel it's absurd that the East is selling the less
Screaming New York New York, the pioneers suppose to be the best
You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game
They won't retire so the generations just remain the same
Bunch of opportunists that was giving opportunity
To make a difference in music but gave no opportunity
Nothing new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound
Same old producers with the same ass sound
Up and coming artist got identity crisis
Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away
But when you me, you think of a way
To cast the criticism to the side, to get on a track say what the fu*k you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listener say they should
And not what the listener say they shouldn't, indeed they should
Indeed I should SMACK a few niggas like Suge
But then theyll blackball me and that's a long story
No crossover so I wrote the cross over
But if the album sell out, I'll be considered a sell out
The fans keep asking when they album gon' come out
Ask your local execs, I'm out
Listen
If you listen to this, it's evident you tryna figure out if I'm due
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe your one of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views over who's really that dude
Meanwhile the south movement got 10 months left
And come Valentines Day, the game will merge to the West
And I feel it's absurd that the East is selling the less
Screaming New York New York, the pioneers suppose to be the best
You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game
They won't retire so the generations just remain the same
Bunch of opportunists that was giving opportunity
To make a difference in music but gave no opportunity
Nothing new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound
Same old producers with the same ass sound
Up and coming artist got identity crisis
Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away
But when you me, you think of a way
To cast the criticism to the side, to get on a track say what the fu*k you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listener say they should
And not what the listener say they shouldn't, indeed they should
Indeed I should SMACK a few niggas like Suge
But then theyll blackball me and that's a long story
No crossover so I wrote the cross over
But if the album sell out, I'll be considered a sell out
The fans keep asking when they album gon' come out
Ask your local execs, I'm out
[Joe Budden]
Look, what up Ray?
Was speechless, I ain't know what to say
Got the call at like 8 AM with niggas sayin'
You had passed away, I'm like why niggas stay playin'?
Ya MySpace page playin', it started my day achin' (OH!)
It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor until it wasn't a rumor
Can't believe that it's over (but)
But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must of needed a soldier (chyeah)
I was like your mentor, YOU WAS LIKE MY FRIEND, NAW
When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more
We used to scream fu*k these niggas like Tim Dog
You was the only rap nigga I would fend for
Was fiending for beats, stuck between ya 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!)
But love something too much, guarantee it'll kill ya, fa real (OH!)
Look, what up Ray?
Was speechless, I ain't know what to say
Got the call at like 8 AM with niggas sayin'
You had passed away, I'm like why niggas stay playin'?
Ya MySpace page playin', it started my day achin' (OH!)
It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor until it wasn't a rumor
Can't believe that it's over (but)
But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must of needed a soldier (chyeah)
I was like your mentor, YOU WAS LIKE MY FRIEND, NAW
When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more
We used to scream fu*k these niggas like Tim Dog
You was the only rap nigga I would fend for
Was fiending for beats, stuck between ya 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!)
But love something too much, guarantee it'll kill ya, fa real (OH!)
[Chorus]
Riot Squad, keep ya head up (OH!)
Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up
I'm looking in ya casket, praying a nigga get up
For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up (dawg)
No matter who you are, you gotta answer when the Lord callin'
I told you go and fu*k with Jimmy, that's before Ballin'
Go get ya cash right
Hard to slow down, living the fast life I just heard you on Flex show last night (congratulations)
Like, was it old beef or was you getting stuck up?
A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fu*ked up
And I was too but the difference is
I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life the living gets
Caught the burner on you, but you fought that dude
I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude (like yesterday)
It's sad, another black man taken by a black hand
Wish ya last night in the club, we could saved your last dance, GOD DAMN
Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up
I'm looking in ya casket, praying a nigga get up
For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up (dawg)
No matter who you are, you gotta answer when the Lord callin'
I told you go and fu*k with Jimmy, that's before Ballin'
Go get ya cash right
Hard to slow down, living the fast life I just heard you on Flex show last night (congratulations)
Like, was it old beef or was you getting stuck up?
A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fu*ked up
And I was too but the difference is
I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life the living gets
Caught the burner on you, but you fought that dude
I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude (like yesterday)
It's sad, another black man taken by a black hand
Wish ya last night in the club, we could saved your last dance, GOD DAMN
[Chorus]
I know the kids really need you (oh)
I keep telling them that 'Pac wanted to sign you and BIG wanted to see you (or)
Pun wanted to cypher (or)
L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher (OH!)
Go and help Jam Master Jay go and get the crowd hyper (or)
Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider (or)
Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider (or)
Or you and Rick James will set the studio on fire (ON FIYAH!)
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You could be the gorgeous gangsta and niggas won't hate
Some niggas tap the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy
I'm in the clouds, screaming SQUAAAAAAD UP in your memory
I keep telling them that 'Pac wanted to sign you and BIG wanted to see you (or)
Pun wanted to cypher (or)
L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher (OH!)
Go and help Jam Master Jay go and get the crowd hyper (or)
Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider (or)
Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider (or)
Or you and Rick James will set the studio on fire (ON FIYAH!)
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You could be the gorgeous gangsta and niggas won't hate
Some niggas tap the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy
I'm in the clouds, screaming SQUAAAAAAD UP in your memory