After All These Years

[Intro: Shyheim] "And then.. and then.. and then.." I miss y'all "And then.. and then.. and then.." I really loved y'all Always will, never forget y'all "And then you're gone.. After All These Years" [Shyheim] I woke up in the coffin, and started coughin' I pushed the pine box top right the fuck open Dirt surroundin' me, I dug 'til my nails was bleedin' Six-feet up, I bust out the ground, now I'm breathin' (AHdH!) Standin' on two feet in the middle of the cemetary Where all my family and homeboys is buried I hopped the gate but first I paid my respects Ran up to a car mirror, bugged out when I reflect No holes in my head, no holes in my chest Is this "Life After Death"? I thought for a sec', and I wondered Checked my pocket I found a blunt And a piece of paper with 2Pac and Biggie's number I called 'em and Big L picked up the phone He said 'Freaky Tah here' I said 'Put my nigga on' We called Pun on 3 way, Mausberg was with Eazy I told 'em niggas, 'Yo y'all live through me' 'And I'mma keep hip hop and bop in your memory' One love y'all, rest in peace Aaliyah [Hook: samples] "And then you're gone.. After All These Years" "And then.. and then.. and then you're gone.. After All These Years" "And then.. and then.. and then you're gone.. After All These Years "I still need your love" "And then.." [Shyheim] I smoked a blunt and bumped my album It started to dwell, the rap game won't be the same without you L I'mma mourn you and stay thuggin' 'til I join you Wanted to snatch you out the casket when I saw you Resting in peace-fully, just lying there in your blue Gucci wear Rockin' ya Cardiers, I'm like 'Damn why they hit my man?' Ready to air somethin' out like a fuckin' fan My head I shook, signed my name in the book (uh-huh) I ain't care who look (uh-huh), I dropped tears Jumped in the truck, threw on Sam Cook Every time I bounce a ball I'm walkin' through the park I can't help it, I gotta think about Sandy Brock Every time I get jig, I'mma think of Pooh Everytime I think of Sax is when I argue I think of Grandma a lot, I think of Grandpa a lot I think of Twin a lot, aiyo I miss 'em a lot, for real [Hook] [Shyheim] The world'll keep movin' even when my heart stop My niggas won't let my spirit die on my block Spray-paintin' my name on the wall with RIP on top 11/14 'til the day I drop But I'm not leavin' without my crazy ass ways Beautiful memories and cold rainy days I swear, I wish that bullet was a blank So before I thank my family and friends, I'd like to thank My mom first of all, you my true best friend Lord, I hope my Devil leads to her to help her pick up again And I'd like to thank my fam, no-one compares to y'all I'd like to thank my squad, I'd like to thank the Gods Ton of y'all I say hello to my boo I gotta thank 27, gotta thank the Wu So my time is tickin' and I'm gaspin' for breath Killah Kane "When You Come Home" you can keep the rest Goodbye [Hook]