Cheers

Lyrics

[Intro: Obie Trice] A lot of motherfuckers man Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy That's what I'm doin' this for (Ooh Yeah!) Yeah, we ain't here to mourn We here to celebrate So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man (Ooh Yeah!) [Verse 1: Obie Trice] I's remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin' them dimes Gun touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes Feelin like I'm living in them lost times No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (ew yeah) Palm tight on the Rooster, old in the face 'Cause this hold on my case got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case He won't last, his track record'll do the math" Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners But this is true, listen up I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else I might as well give this up, feel me now From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der I done did it all, so I clutch my balls And notice they still here, so Obie is still here So Kobie here's to you and daddy's new career [Chorus: Obie Trice, Eminem (With Eminem)] So grab your cups of beer, put 'em up let's cheer Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (C'mon!) Now grab your cups of gin, put 'em up let's win Here's a toast to never lookin' back again (Never looking back!) This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!) [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now I understand every man got a story to tell But fuck it, I got a story as well Growin up where us niggas either buried or jail Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the yayo Locked in a cell, who's to blame When I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle With your bubblegum lifestyle, nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam passed away Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay Real cats who had techs to spray Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave That hood life is in me So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "gimme" Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteeing y'all feelin me Straight from the block to the industry (C'MON) [Chorus: Obie Trice, Eminem (With Eminem)] So grab your cups of beer, put 'em up let's cheer Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (C'mon!) Now grab your cups of gin, put 'em up let's win Here's a toast to never lookin' back again (Never looking back!) This is it my niggas this what we boast about Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!) [Outro: Obie Trice] Yeah, all my homies that's deceased rest in peace My nigga KF Ski, Little Green P-Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin' We got a chance to speak to the world nigga, haha, and I ain't stoppin' Straight off the 'Craft 313 (Ooh Yeah!)