This one goes out to everyone we lost (shout out to everybody)
We miss y’all (rest in peace)
Rest in Peace to my boy Josh o’Keefe (eastside legend!)
Real m#th*rf#ck*r from Battle creek, Michigan (long live Josh)
We miss you my boy (come on)
This one’s for you! (Yeah)
Rest In Peace to who’s not here
We pray for y’all n shed a tear (big stepper like o’Keefe was)
Ball in Heaven with the real
See ya when I see ya still
Big stepper like o’Keefe was
Big stepper like o’Keefe was
Now here’s a lil story bout my boy o’Keefe
Real mother f#cker straight up outta Battle creek
Always had the blicky cuz he in n outta beef
Took shots like he 50, Josh was really in these streets
Legend on the east side, always in a clean ride
Servin all the fiends high, Remy sippin tree guy
A player to the hoes n always loyal to the bros
Kept his money all in rolls, new J’s always on his toes
Late one night he was out at a party
I’ll tell you this story but it ain’t ‘Lodi Dodi’
He had a b#tch drive, I found that surprising
She lost control of the whip, while they were driving
*car crashing
Meak Dogg hit me with the mother f#ckin news
Almost dropped my coffee on my brand new Nike shoes
A tear fell from my eye, damn we really lost my guy
So much he survived, before he had to take that ride
Damn, it’s hard for me to really understand, how my man
Had to die when he was doin all that he can
As I cry I look up to the sky in Ray-Bans
But who am I to question God’s divine plan?
Rest In Peace to who’s not here
We pray for y’all n shed a tear (big stepper like o’Keefe was)
Ball in Heaven with the real
See ya when I see ya still
Big stepper like o’Keefe was
Big stepper like o’Keefe was
I’m from an era where we used to throw them hands (80’s baby)
Bottle of that Grey Goose, Welch’s grape juice in a can (mix it up)
I rather toot some bam, I chop it up and snort a gram
So important it’s imported from the porches of my mans
Cool as a fan but I don’t really give a f#ck about you fam
Rappers miss me, understand, I’m Jadakiss (ahhaa) y’all Killa cam
Man and y’all gon be like damn he hotter than afghanistan (I’M HoT!)
Then I Panoram the cannon pan just like a camera man (brrrahhhh)
Yeahhhh.. ughh!
Big Steppa like o’Keefe was (RIP)
Ima stick the weapon where ya teeth was
Street buzz, Battle creek flood like a leak does (we everywhere)
East love on the block hold it down like Meek does (eaSTSIDe)
Mack strapped, liquor sto’
Lick it like a chicken bone (hands up)
Stick up blicky in ya nose
Run ya wallet, shoes and o’s (run it)
Hammered, blown, animals
Ammo like I’m Rambo tho (strapped up)
Blow me like a campbell bowl (haha)
While singing Barry Mannilow
Mechanicals aimed at ya mandibles and a both ya clavicles
Bilaterals explode on all ya clothes look at the splatter go
A platter bro of broken scattered bones for all the chatter tho (watch ya mouth)
I’m mad my bro is gone, o’Keefe a legend, it don’t matter Hoe! (eastside!)
Rest In Peace to who’s not here
We pray for y’all n shed a tear (big stepper like o’Keefe was)
Ball in Heaven with the real
See ya when I see ya still
Big stepper like o’Keefe was
Big stepper like o’Keefe was
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TNL Lyrics – Big Stepper