Dedicated

Lyrics

[Intro: MF Grimm and Sample with Scratches by Ninja B] (x2) [MF Grimm] This is dedicated to, is dedicated to [Sample with Scratches by Ninja B] "This goes out to you" - Sample from The Notorious B.I.G. - "Kick In the Door" [Verse 1: MF Grimm] When it come to war, there will be some casualties Manhattan is the game of death, and cops are referees I'm dwelling on my life like I'm Kevin from the Wonder Years A lot of friends died, and I tried to hold back the tears Fuck pouring beer—I give 'em bloodshed Instead 'cause, so many died, I have to pour a keg New York is hot under the collar. It's So easy to die, but it's hard to make a dollar Screaming from the Desert is the Eagle—make it holler Plus we got the street sweepers, so run in fear. If We can't have no money, then the block is getting cleared My family call me MF, that mean Mad Flows You better buy my album 'cause, yo, Grimm ain't with no shows Nah, kid. I'll be with a cutie in my house, and Want me to do a show? Then you'll put up twenty thousand (Word) Fuck promo. Mad Flow only rhyme For double-digit dough and two bottles of Mo I really do think Earth is undercover Hell 'Cause rain never drops, only blood and bullet shells But yet and still, my fam remains strong Life isn't short, death is so fucking long [Hook: MF Grimm] What would I do? Where would I be? Without my fucking crew AKA my family Some passed away, now they're living up above But not even death can separate the love Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet Some passed away, now they're living up above But not even death can separate the love [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Friends from the cradle to the grave hoping for Old age, but this stage of age never came, and, um Where I'm from, niggas die young But we all know real niggas never die. Once I mediate, breath in, release steam Subconscious take control, quantum leap through my dreams. I'll put My nine on the shelf and try to mediate and find myself But, yo, I still can't find me Life's a tape—stop, play, and just rewind me Push record and let me cry. I prayed To God as a child, but, as a man, I only pray to die Holograms of horror through headphones A virtual reality, my brain is the dead zone Rappers in my hemisphere, prepare—the end is near The Reaper's here to interfere, flip a nightmare like They're kis, chop dreams down to ounces Feet to move the mommies, but the human head be bouncing I'm living in a stress box, every day's the same (What you?) (Want, kid?) I want the money—fuck the fame [Hook: MF Grimm] What would I do? Where would I be? Without my fucking crew AKA my family Some passed away, now they're living up above But not even death can separate the love Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet Some passed away, now they're living up above But not even death can separate the love [Outro: MF Grimm] To all my niggas (Big Isaac). Um (My nigga Spud), this is dedicated to, dedicated to (To Al) all my motherfucking brothers in the streets (All the brothers struggling). This is dedicated to, dedicated to all my motherfucking brothers in the streets. (This is dedicated to) This is dedicated to, (Dedicated to) dedicated to you, all my motherfucking brothers in the streets. And I got one thing to say (You don't stop): Mayor Giuliani (Giuliani Adolf), you won't step to Harlem when a brother's slain, to ease a mother's pain, but you can make it to a Rangers game