WE Ball (DEDICATED TO ALL MY HOMIES

[Intro: Uncle Tonio]
Yeah!
RIP Young Abby, Lil Len Wood
All the fallen Homies
Rafik, Stan, Fox, BIG Mike, Lil Greg, Jay Jay, Jonnie my Homie Biggs, Chris Canty, Suge, Big Fella, Lil Zebo, Lil Zay  love y'all.. Ghetto, Zafir I ain't forget y'all.

[Verse 1: Uncle Tonio]
It was August 89 when we lost my man Chesse , we was both 15 “just young Homies”
Couldn’t believe he had no more life in him
Knowing he was the reason / I started letting off them snugs
I don’t got no patience for all you tough talkers
Fake friends changed / when I caught that homicide case and “lost it”
Now I made it back to the block it’s going to “cost them”
I saw my man Cool House “twice shut them coffins” (Imean, Sutan)
The streets killed two of his little brothers and we lost it
Told him we gotta hold it down 'til we all win
I still can see my man Lil Josh flossin'
My heart hurt so much for my Homie Salaam I don’t smile to often  
The realest any room I walk in
“I was told” if I keep it real I’ll get a blessing for it
"Heavy into them streets" it was a blessin I kept that. Smith and Wesson on me
My mama couldn’t sleep, I came in late nights or early mornings (mama)
But little did she know I had rhinos in the 38 snub that stayed on me
Mamma I promise any hater that stand against me shall not prosper
Even as an youngie had dreams of being a mobster
Had a hold team of killers on the roster / I had to sign up
OG put a brick and 20 racks on his top that’s why he got lined up

[Bridge: Uncle Tonio]
"The streets told us don’t trust nobody"
Jealous haters murdered my Cousin Darryl I’m personally going to snatch the soul out them.
For my man Jeremy aka (JBM) and my man Pretty Boy Shy they was supposed to ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
“When from being wanted for first degree murder” to graduating with a degree in business, “yes I am a role model” / I know that the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Uncle Tonio]
When I heard about my homies Maurice, Yellow Boy and Randy I was still up state
My celly thought I was sick the way I used to go up and down with my weight  
Hawk I know I’ll see you again I’ll just have to wait
When Bubba Duce Ski saw you I knew he open up them gates
R-I-P Lil Ryan relax your mind and kick your feet way up
No longer on the block your Big Homie all grown up
North Philly OG and I'm built Brewerytown tough
At times I still go through stuff for fake friends I have no love
Gucci Man I dreamed I shook your body and you woke up
Still puffing weed nothing but henny in my cup
“The feds watching and I know they coming”, I’ll never tell
I won’t stop to my youngies live a better life
Always in their head / telling them to do what they know is right
Praying they never get retarded and go out like my daddy
I done seen to many young mothers crying by them caskets
Adderall’s got me focused, now I see all the damages
I done spend 18 months in the county fighting a homicide eating sandwiches
Lost so many Homies, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
You can't question God, please Lord help me deal with these challenges
So much sadness in my heart I know I gotta manage it
My life is like an acrobatic flip, landing so accurate
And I'm leaning like Mike-Mike when he used to drive his 88 Acura
God you the boss, I need your advice praying that you can help me repair some of life damages, my youngies they ball so scandalous

[Outro: Uncle Tonio]
Black Leroy, Tupac, Curly John, Stefan, Young Eastwood, DeShawn I remember how y’all used to ball,
Yeah this for all the soldiers we lost
Boo Faizon, Fat Darren, Stefan they used to ball / This is for all the soldiers we lost
RIP to all my homies I’m in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Baldhead Darryl my man Jeff,  I’m in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Black Dee, Blue Juice R-I-P y’all got me in my bag (to all the Homies we lost, we ball)
One arm Mark, Mike Faizon, Rodney Shark we ball, this one for all the Homies we lost
Tommy, Mike, Brandon, Jiovanna Perry, Chares Hay, Sweet Pea, Fox, Fat Mike, Lil Var,  I couldn’t forget about y’all, Kee Black Homie we ball. Lil Tonio you get your rest, tell Mo Monster, Jay Rock, Poobs I pray their children stay blessed.
 Yea for all the Homies that was lost, we ball.. For All Our Homies that was lost “WE