Stand By Your Grave
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Ha, Simon
This is going out to my do or die
My big dog
Descansa en paz, homie
I'll never forget you, ese
You know, I never will, homie
Remember all the good times we had, ese
And you a fool, ese
I'll be there, we'll kick it again, me and you, fool
Standing at the site of the homie's grave
Paying my respects, just got out from upstate
Descansa, homie, I wasn't here at the time
When I called the pad, ese, it blew my mind
You knew I had nothing but love for you
I sit back and remember all the shit we used to do (The good times)
Fools we got with and bitches we fucked
From kicking back in the hood to selling dope on the block
Simon, ese, you were a down ass homie (Do or die)
I'll see you one day, it'll be you and me
Then we'll kick it, me and you once again
As for now, you can bet I'll be looking for revenge
I know you would if it was me there instead
I won't stop, loco, 'til every puto is dead (Won't stop)
I'll put it on the hood, ese, I'll ride for you
You know how we do it, do or die, fuck them fools
To the side of your grave is where I stand
A flajo in my right ear and a pisto in my hand
Damn, homie, I can't help but to think
Of all the times we used to kick it
Leaving here with a bullet on top, it's time to get wicked
To the side of your grave is where I stand
A flajo in my right ear and a pisto in my hand
Damn, homie, I can't help but to think
Of all the times we used to kick it
Leaving here with a bullet on top, it's time to get wicked
I spoke to Tito Jefito, she went to see me, homes
She ran it all down, I couldn't believe
You were gone (Couldn't believe it)
It broke my heart to see her cry like she did
I still had time to do, I couldn't do shit (Damn, ese)
I kept in touch, when I got out, I stopped by
It was different without you though, I won't lie
I seen flicks of all of us kicking back (Good old days)
Some with me, you, Dopey, and my primo Blacks
It brought back memories on how we used to kick it
Everybody was here, you, Fe, Lil Danger, and Cricket (Haha)
The good times, ese, they never seem to last
Got me kicking back, reminiscing of the past
Damn, homie, it's fucked up you had to go
But meet again we will, ese, Simon, I know (I know)
We'll be clicking up again when I get there, homie
You can show me around and we'll clown, you know me
To the side of your grave is where I stand
A flajo in my right ear and a pisto in my hand
Damn, homie, I can't help but to think
Of all the times we used to kick it
Leaving here with a bullet on top, it's time to get wicked
To the side of your grave is where I stand
A flajo in my right ear and a pisto in my hand
Damn, homie, I can't help but to think
Of all the times we used to kick it
Leaving here with a bullet on top, it's time to get wicked
Ese, I remember when you first came around
A little young ass fool trying to show us you were down (Little fool)
Tripping, banging, hitting corners in the G-ride
It was you, Lazy, and Lil Sharp, always hot (Always hot)
Gangster fools always kept the spot hot
Juras rushing the homies behind, putos getting shot
Time went by, you little fools grew up
Stayed banging for the hood and not giving a fuck
Made a name for yourselves, letting the hood be known
And all them punk ass fools knew you held your own
Some of us got busted and some passed away
But homies like you, ese, I'll miss everyday (Everyday)
You were there for me when shit got rough at one time
I'll never forget it, you got love on mines (Nothing but love)
Here I am, sitting at your grave site
Descansa en paz, my homie, my type
To the side of your grave is where I stand
A flajo in my right ear and a pisto in my hand
Damn, homie, I can't help but to think
Of all the times we used to kick it
Leaving here with a bullet on top, it's time to get wicked
To the side of your grave is where I stand
A flajo in my right ear and a pisto in my hand
Damn, homie, I can't help but to think
Of all the times we used to kick it
Leaving here with a bullet on top, it's time to get wicked
Dios me dijo que la vida cuesta
Me da tristeza lo que la vida nos demuestra
En la ciudad esta de pandilleros me vo' a quedar
Rolando y fumando yesca no mas para aguantar
That's it
If you in the game, ese
That's how it is
That's how it goes