" IN MEMORY OF " BY MISTA BLAZE OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO

Shout outs to all our fallen soldiers. Rest in Heavens Glory. Track Produced by Sly Kane Lyric Video by Mark Jinno Recorded at Iron Chef Recording Studio LYRICS: HOOK: It seems like yesterday we was chillin in the hood Cleary I remember We love that gangta shit, we always up no good Click clack bang bang We never gonna see u, good bye my friend bye bye Good bye my friend I know that one day we all be kickin in paradise homie lemme pour one for you I hear them buck shots poppin drop , call somebody yeah call the cops, right along them streets he bleedin, homie took one for the block We say Roll or get rolled over, definition of a soldier These days are cruicial not everybody's luck when your life is over Saw ya Son slayed, house raid, imagine how the world is made When your lady and your mamas mournin on there sons grave Shootin bones, get drunk in the corner of the liquor store strugglin for my paper and maybe I could’ve hustled more remember the life that we never have figured, we talking bout dreams, and that sucka the owes me callin the shots and we ready to pick up the word and the word is the bond B after sun down havin a run down with my vatos sippin Empi bottles be empty, blasten the stereo, loud enough to start a house party much love we raise mo thugs, gather my brothers we smoke mo bud, crackin up jokes, the next u gone, hella unfair that’s shits fucked up when I come see you in your tombstone in a box lyin alone In the name of the father and the holy ghost you finally home Verse 2 Thinkin we havina blast, your daddys dead your lost and empty Forever my brother so rest in power OG KayBee your legacy's now encrypted, in the heart to the soul like scriptures, while drinkin a bottle my chalice be leavin a memory some of the sadness Gone, rawess homie don’t let no bet yall be witness The familys pain became they strength they fight to search for justice, hey Aint no prentin, I felt the same for Keith Martin The music by this legend, turned to searchin lovers to somethin Wakin Burdado, kaibigan kung sundalo, The one and only D-coy forever gon miss u For the block for the streets to the homies don't sleep Creep, for the mob steady bangin on repeat, take one for the team, get back with 50 mobstaz deep deep say that heaven is not far away, keep gliden through the skies keep heading straight to the light, till you see Jesus Christ loko's vato's mobstaz shooters OG's lets pray for them I wonder what party this homies be rockin along with Francis M. AMEN