[Intro: Noreaga & Maze]

Yeah, break half the Dutch off

Yeah, this for them niggas, can't be here

Pour out half of that shit

Pour out half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me, nigga!

Just missin' them summer jams

Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es

Brooklyn-Queens things and shit

You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that

Niggas I miss that can't be here with us, thuggin' it out

Thinkin' about them good ol' days and times

Word up, this is for them, spit that shit

[Verse 1: Noreaga]

Aiyyo, I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that

My only means of gettin' money was just sellin' crack

I shot a nigga, did a bid, nigga, all of that

So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap

My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet

Yo, it really don't matter, just be zoned on the same set

Me and Trag' kick it, on the here-and-there

Don't really hang too tough, but the love is there

My pops died on July 3rd

'98, so now a nigga need mad herb

'Cause my, Pops is here – aiyyo, he loved his son

Matter of fact, my Pops was the one to show me a gun

And said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms

Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"

He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad

He was a boxer, God, and he was real, he was glad

Yo, the boxin' the Golden Glove, he just a thug

And I love him yo, so I'ma spread that love

[Chorus: Noreaga]

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes

Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes

Sometimes I get drunk, all goddamn day

Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes

Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes

Sometimes I get drunk, all goddamn day

Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Verse 2: Maze]

I cock and pop three in the air, for my niggas not here

Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me, continuously

Tremendously, I blow weed

Deep in my memory, you still breathe

Your face show through your seeds

And who would know one day you'd go so quick? We all felt hopeless

Through blunt smoke, my pen spittin' and I show this

A sworn oath, you would know this, I go the lengths

With my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends

K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me

Since we was shorties, they're paintin' project glory

I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head-rush

Keepin' it thorough for my past heroes

I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you

Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle

Much drinkin' when I'm thinkin', it's like I feel a hush

Over the skies, touched by dead guys speakin'

[Chorus: Noreaga]

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes

Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes

Sometimes I get drunk, all goddamn day

Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Verse 3: Noreaga]

Yo, from Biggie Smalls, to Killa B, to – Bob Marley

And, 2Pac, yo, Twin, and my Pops

To Hit Hard Tard and Smiley, T-Bone too, yo, plus

My nigga Rahiem, from Guy Brewer

You know I pour out beer for Fernando too

And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew

Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same

I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game

But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit

Thought you'd always be here, thought we'd always be click

But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more

Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door

But I maintain still holdin in the pain

Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain?

Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad

I know he probably didn't realize, what he had

[Chorus: Noreaga]

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes

Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes

Sometimes I get drunk, all goddamn day

Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes

Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes

Sometimes I get drunk, all goddamn day

Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Outro]

Sometimes, nigga, sometimes...

Feelin' broke, got a little cream

You know I ain't gonna front

My niggas gettin' glossy eyed in the studio and shit

Word, about the people we talkin' about

Hittin' each other in the heart

That's how we do it, for all those who ain't here

You know we still pour beer

And it's all dedicated for y'all

The shit is all dedicated for y'all