40 Oz. lyrics

by

Bun B


[Produced by Kanye West]

[Intro: Martha Bass & Preacher]
Walk with me
Lord, walk with me
Walk with me
Lord, walk with me
All along this tedious journey
I want jesus to walk with me
He was a good man!!! A good man!!!, a family man!!! A real man who did whatever he had to do to feed his family!!! Real men aren't afraid to get dirty, it's the dirty man who is saved by the almighty and brought into heaven to reap the rest of his existence to luxury as his reward for working hard here!! We all knew him and it's sad to see this beautiful soul go!!! He took Jesus by the hand and so should you!!! Everyone prepare your 40 Oz!!

[Hook x4]
Pour out your 40 Oz
Rest in peace to the fallen soldier

[Verse 1]
I look to the sky for anything to be perceived as Jesus
To save the soul of my friend while I fall to my knees in
The cathedral, for a while I thought religions were diseases
But I saw the hope it gave, hope given from reversed shattering pieces
I pray for one of my only family, Tommy, you know we miss you
You and me, we had each others backs, within each hand was a pistol
f*ck it, if it weren’t for revenge I would wanna die with you
You and your family took me in when I was knee high
You, me & C, always running into trouble on the Eastside
When we were young, we would come up with all sorts of sh*t
Us against the world, we could go up against a fort of crips
Never had a wife cause of the coke smuggling, ports of it
While your mother made us dinner, we was thinking of how to get it
Motherf*ckers knew we were getting our money, whether it's cash or credit
When I broke the news to our mom she broke down and shed into tears
Gave me a hug, I hate that I'm the messenger here
But only from me could it have been the best for her to hear
She went into shock and became mute for the rest of the year

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My soul crumpled into itself when I learned that you died
You kept on turning the gears until the juice died
Our first break was a card stickup down in Chinatown
Sun Yee On had a game going on, so we tore the diner down
Stuck em’ Up, an old friend owned the joint
Gave us keys to the back and some hollow points
We barged in, shots fired and killed the Sun Yee On
No fingerprints or samples, but all the money gone
Now we making stacks, but we see the cops hating blacks
We resentful, but for love of the money, we grew up chasing that
These streets we did the hustle, you and me just weighing crack
C-Note understood that we all had to play with gats
We would see crackheads suckin' di*k for the sh*t instead of paying that
That sh*t is disgusting, but in our heads we can't help but play it back
The desperation, disgust, disgrace was evident but we was making stacks
And all of the stores that we see in town, we was casing that

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Your presence sinks into my soul with every single angle
In my dreams you came down to me as an angel
Said "Take care of mom, you all she left, you know how the game go"
Only a real man would say that, she still sufferin' the pain though
There's so much to say but not much time to say it
The way the game is played depends on how you play it
Whether your the president, drug lord or a racist
If you f*cked with us, we made sure to give em' a face lift
In this line of work, you can't be about that fake sh*t
Now we lookin' to strike back with the K clips
I hated life but now I only hate it worse
I hated life as soon as I came out as a birth
You guys were family, the only ones who could tame the curse
Forgave me even though you were catholic and I hated the church
f*ck, this sh*t we play is like a game of dominoes
What sucks is, the only thing I can say now, is Adios
We’ll miss you

[Hook]

[Outro: Shooter #1, Shooter #2, (Sounds), Kane, {News Reporter}]
Hey look over there
What?
It's the f*cking guy were looking for, here is our chance!!
Ok you got the heat?
Yeah, let's roll up
(Car tires screeching, gun fire, screams)
Oh f*ck, no!!! MOM!! f*ck!!!! NOT AGAIN!!!
{In other news, a funeral downtown was open fired upon by unknown suspects in a grey SUV, police are still looking for the suspects but so far there are no leads. Now back to Madison for the weather.}

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