Yo whats up ak

Who is this

Hello what

Hello

I can't hear

I GOT IT HANG UP

Yo speak louder I can't hear

Yo Ak

Yo It's me Zaakir

I was sittin at the television feelin' disturbed

Hey yo I just got the word off Tigram and 83rd

Some cat that got clapped

Gangster rapper

Perhaps But I was lookin at the face of one particular cat

Now I done seen him before

Can you remember where at

Well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat

Or at a party and sh*t or drive through of a quickie split

Yo dude peep this

Yo I know dude I been knowin him all my life

Ever since I was young I used to see him shootin' dice

On occasion I would see him once or twice

With all types many different walks of life

He tried to keep in touch but I knew what was up

Every time he came around and showed his face I ducked

In the mid-eighties the ni**a went crazy

He had alot of ladies selling they babies the ni**a was shady

But he had alot of friends that he would visit on the weekends

Thrill seekin influenced by his teachings

My daddy knew him yo he met him at a hotel

My homeboy Johnny kicked it with him in a jail cell

Alot of people met him with a female

Doing real well connected with the d**g sales

The rich and the poor for better or worse

The last and the first walked the earth but can't avoid his turf

And it hurts my brain he's drivin me insane

It's a shame I can't remember his name

I think 2na know dude Soup I ain't tryin ta be dude

But my wife just cooked I'm bout to grab up some food

Aiight peace 2na said he probably runnin the streets

I'm about to give these young brothas a beep

Yo asalaam ulakum

Yo ulakum asalaam

Heyyo what's up on 83rd man

Man the fuedin is on

Hey the reason why I called that was the cat from my building

You seen him

Yeah we met that brother out in pasadena

Remember seven

Boomoringo

No my mistake we were right between fair oaks and lake

Tryin to take us a lunch break

And cop us a sess sack

But had to drive right past the place where they rest at

We drove in a hactchback

Corolla these cats pack pistolas the cadillac they drove

It was brown and black

Patrollin the hood lookin for trouble

Saw us purchasin trees

Lurkin with speed pulled the strap and was hurtin to squeeze

You jerk and you bleed

Threw it in reverse and we fleed

Or should we say fled

They wanted to make us more than play dead flashin his heat

Two cars are movin fast on the street

That's when I peeped that dude was in his back passanger seat

Yo that sh*t was deep

Still I can't remember his name

*this suckas gonna get us killed*

*now come on man I feel like cuttin loose*

*violence*

*you behave yourself*

Oh man where have I seen this brother before man

*well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat*

Seem like everybody I know know dude but can't nobody remember his d**n name

Man

*I been knowin him all my life*

The same with everybody from ShawnyMac YawYaw my brother Mohamad

Its like you can't *can't avoid his turf*

Oh hey you know what now I know who homie is man his name is

*De-De Death*