Beat: Mister KA. For Vito Sam Ernie Chun Raz Boz Info Jose Cruz Johnny Dean...For Tha Ol' Days...Take A Trip Down Memory Lane...
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Lyrics
To all tha names in tha stone, forever engraved// Lets take a trip down memory lane, let me explain// See I embrace it, Vitos basement// 2004 we was wasted// House out in Nutley, weed by tha duffle// Ganga in tha dutchee, vodka down tha funnel// Me and E goin dutch for dutch// Raz & Big V goin punch for punch, what tha fuck// Boz in tha corner, puffin on a black// Champy on tha phone like ENFO where you at?// You kno ENFO would go and come right back// With no licence in grandpops cadillac// We would throw a brick and run, rum got us sick from// Ernie quick with tha gum when Chun would throw up on tha liquor run// What you think was crazy, we would think was fun// We so lazy when tha cops come we wouldnt run// We rather drink a fifth and pick up a rock// To tha cops talkin shit with a bag in my sock// Back to RICH's that was tha plan// Then smoke another blunt with Vito, Ernie and Sam// Dean and Johnny had to walk, didnt have no car// Jose didnt talk, he would puff and nod// Smoke some weed and kick up a beat// Cruz stuffed under tha table, didnt have no seat// Vitos cookies were stale, water was old// His milk was warm and his room was cold// We would box out tha shit in below zero// Or box out tha tank when I drove, let it be known// Somebody pass tha fire, I would smile// We didnt give a fuck, I would laugh when Butler fought Nile// And Butler didnt like Ernie, and vice versa// Till Vito died, when they both realized became a nicer person// Now we all friends, no enemies// Vito and Sam in tha sky like this is how they meant it to be// THIS IS HOW ITS MEANT TO BE// TO VITO AND SAM, R.I.P FOREVER WE'LL BE//
BEST FRIENDS, WE WERE MADE THAT WAY// WHO WE WERE BACK THEN IS WHAT MAKES US TODAY// UNTIL MY LIFE ENDS, OR SOMEONE TAKES IT AWAY// YOU CAN FIND ME ON MY WAY DOWN MEMORY LANE//
It was Sam, Vito, Butler and Jose// Thought we saw 5-0 and we all ran away// Butler woke up, Sam jumped tha fence// Vito and Jose only walked a few steps// Back to tha house, smoke another ounce// Take a few pills, in tha morning we'd bounce// Ernie on tha phone, like Sam get in// Layin on tha horn outside Samanthas crib// Coked up drivin, vito gettin us back// Hand full of weed, Raz brings tha Jack// Bozza passin out on tha couch// Layed back with a blunt, like this is what its all about// Raz so drunk that he cant stand up// Vito breaks a bottle then throws up blood// It was all good tho we all freaked out// I remember when Nile walked in on Ralph// On a tuesday nite we would blow an 8 ball// A puff followed by a shot was a cannonball// This would hit us all, back in tha day// This is just a trip down memory lane//
