RIP Subroc
God threw rocks at my glass heart and it shattered, I look up in the sky and I wonder where you are. Cryin like a baby, starin atcha pictcha(picture), I'm mad at the world kid, I'm wishin I was witcha. The world is on my shoulders now the weight is kinda heavy, I loved my little shorty but my little shorty left me. In a few minutes time, with the help of a nine, I went from king of the rhymes to the victim of crime. I gotta stop, and wipe my tears G. Ayo J, respond, let me know you hear me.
Those days are over for us so understand, you my man, but it's time to step forward and represent the fam. Like I'm Jesus Christ, I'm payin for our sins. Take these nikkas to war for me, let the games begin. I want you off the street cause the street is not the move(?). Don't let me die for nothin, test your skills, show and prove. nikkas think they ill, but show em you are iller. In the past yo we killed but wasn't raised to be no killers. Money and murder's hand in hand, it goes with territory. Manhattan war stories, what a price to pay for glory. Cash Rules...
[Grimm] God, (one) Why's my mighty nation lost? (two) Why'd you let Jesus Christ be put on the cross? (three) Why's my people poor and oh so sore? (aiight) In harlem all I see is funeral homes and liquor stores. (four) Why'd you let the Indians get used and abused? (five) Why'd you let Hitler crucify all the jews? (aiight) some races will never see the best outta life, (true) it's like you made a big ass test outta life. I got love for you God, but could you explain to me (six) why you took my legs and J and dished out so much pain to me?