4 the Living

[Intro] Damn, it feels so good to be alive, man. Yeah man, it feels so good just to breathe… [Hook] Yeah. If you feeling like me, put your head up high Yo. And if you’re feeling real good, put your hands in the sky And say it like this: If you love me Yo. If you still haven’t now, then let you down and love me [Verse 1] This is for my brother [?]. Naw, I mean my [?] Though he was [?], porking alcohol—ain’t nothing new Bucking nothing but the truth. Shine through the dark times Like a moonlight. We tight like a NASA shuttle crew Dude’s getting spacy, smoking dust—we had ta cut ‘em loose No more double [?]. A hundred proof in fifty cups of juice Remember hearing soul music from the tape cassettes And your wife Samantha and the kid that cook us steak and eggs But ‘Man passed and I’m sad. Here, I pay respects Had to wake, I celebrate her life until they raise the dead I wish I take your stress. Man, I know how bad you miss her And when see Dee pick, I see Samantha in her Khali is getting bigger. I can’t believe my eyes We sigh with tears. [?] they see us from the skies ‘Cause brother, we arrive. Word of [?] from up above And when it rains, that just means they shower us with love [Hook] Yeah. If you feeling like me, put your head up high Yo. And if you’re feeling real good, put your hands in the sky And say it like this: If you love me Yo. If you still haven’t now, then let you down and love me [Verse 2] This is for my killa miss. Naw, I mean my brother ‘Tique ‘Member when you came from the ‘ville, we met on [?] Street Jersey City bumping beats. Battled like we wanted beef Used to be us who won, but won to sleep underneath We was like a hundred deep. SOD’s, you and threes Forget the red crews ‘cause when it through, it’s just you and me Used to roll the shows there. Hopping outta caravans Lived overseas in some projects up in Amsterdam Fighting with the Church and you dressed like they was Taliban Open up for Mobb Deep, crowd surfing and riding—damn You was the [?] king. [?] when you put it down The [?] to the [?]. Son, you took the crown And I’m so proud to be the godfather of your kids Aliyah is a teen and Elijah getting big [?] and [?] something else, [?] [?] love you to death—what a great life you live [Hook] Yeah. If you feeling like me, put your head up high Yo. And if you’re feeling real good, put your hands in the sky And say it like this: If you love me Yo. If you still haven’t now, then let you down and love me [Verse 3] This is for my dude [?]. Naw, I mean my brother Jeff Though you might be stressed, be grateful to take another breath In our own lane, the walk of fame is just a couple steps [?] left some big shoes to fill and we gon’ stuff ‘em next Everyone know Joe from Jerz and that’s ‘nough respect But they don’t know Steven and the gangsters—the Double X They better cut us checks. Son, I mean all of it [?] from Manhattan by the bricks, I’m Mr. Wall Street West Yes. And this game is all trial and error And we’ve been trying for so long, I guess it’s now or never You with the beats and I’ve been working on these rhymes forever I guess it’s time we combine and make these sounds together ‘Cause this is our era. And now they have to listen We wiling out. We can’t be silent—ain’t no pacifism They make songs about the dead who can’t make a difference I dedicate this here to everybody living [Hook x2] Yeah. If you feeling like me, put your head up high Yo. And if you’re feeling real good, put your hands in the sky And say it like this: If you love me Yo. If you still haven’t now, then let you down and love me