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Lord Superb
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Letter To Chip Banks
[Intro:Lord Superb] This right here is dedicated, To all my fallen soldiers All my five borough niggas, My L.A. niggas My A.T.L. niggas, To all my niggas in Oppa Locka, What up baby
[Lord Superb] I went and saw the movie and all That shit made me cry, Bad Boy I'm feeling yall Uhh, But that aint part of my script I high jacked this beat to talk about my man Chip Remember Banky Santana, Pardon me yall, The real Santana I know you up there, With my Nana You and my brother Moose sitting next to the best planner Tell God I said thanks for the talent And introducing me to my son Pete from Shaolin We getting money tryna get you a Grammy You know, Just to put it on the wall unit You always said you wanted one to put it on the wall unit I heard about Haz, How could he do that shit If it was up to me I'd have somebody shoot that kid But I know you want me to do better, So I can live better Cause if we living better, I'ma get your kids better Aint seen em in a while, Don't know where they live That's a shout out to any chick with Chip's kids And fuck a tooth for a tooth, I want a life for a life Somebody real close to him like his sister or wife Ayo the whole Harlem hurting, It really cracked they shell Cause you a motherfucking legend like Richard Darnell Like Alpo, Fritz and them And if you up there with BIG, Tell him we still missing him
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[Lord Superb] You know, Ayo the words are something else, I just can't call him Ghost be on my mind, I just can't call him Pain from being broke is making me hungrier Them two week old hair cuts is making me uglier Damn, Streets got a nigga depressed Nigga stressed, I can feel the pain in my chest My brother just died, I'm tryna cop him a head stone When I was locked up they turned my block to a death zone But I know how to push it quiet How to roll un-noticed like some bullshit tires Live by the code, Blow your face off your head When we buried Nana, I knew the gangstas was dead To her, Even church was a fashion show She said everything was class and dough That's why every Saturday she copped shoes to match her robes She said boy you better flash and glow And all Nana did was take care of kids And she only died to get me near BIG I aint got no imagination, The streets in my head I guess they feed us soul food cause we aint gonna eat when we dead
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