Lyrics:

SOUP
It's me Daakir
And I was sitting at the television feelin' disturbed
Yo I just got the word of Denker and 83rd
Some cat that got clapped

AKIL (Gangsta rapper?)

SOUP
Perhaps
But I was looking at the face of one particular cat
Now I done seen him before

AKIL (Can you remember where at?)

SOUP
Well it was either at the liquor store or laundromat
Or at a party n' shit
A drive thru of the Quick 'n' Split but
The fellas he ran with they no longer exist
AKIL
O dude peep this
I know dude
I've been knowin him all my life
Ever since I was young
I used to see them shooting dice
On occasions I would see him once or twice
With all types, many different walks of life
He tried to keep in touch
But I knew what was up
Every time he came around and showed his face
I duck
In the mid-eighties the nigga went crazy
He had a lot of ladies selling their babies
The nigga was shady
But he had a lot of friends that he would visit on the weekends
Thrill seekin'
Influenced by His teachings
My daddy knew him, yo
He met him at a hotel
My homeboy Johnny kicked it with him in a jail cell
A lot of people met him with a female
Doing real well, connected with the drug sale
The rich and the poor
For better for worse
The last and the first
Walk the earth but can't avoid his turf
And it hurts my brain
It's driving me insane
It's a shame I can't remember his name
I think Tuna know dude
Soup I ain't tryin to be rude
But my wife just cooked
I'm bout to grub on some food

SOUP
Aight peace, Tun and Sev probably running the street
I'm bout to give these young brothers a beep

CHALI (Yo, Salaam Alaikum)

SOUP Yo, wa alaykum Salaam

CHALI Yo what's up on 83rd
Man a feudin' is on
The reason that I called
That was the cat from my building
You seen him?

CHALI
Ya we met that brother out in Pasadena
Remember 7?

MARC 7
On Marengo
No my mistake we was right between Fair Oaks and Lake
Tryin to take us a lunch break

MARC 7
And cop us a --sess sack

CHALI
But had to drive right past the place where they rest at

MARC 7
We drove in a hatchback

CHALI
Corolla these cats pack pistolas
The Cadillac they drove

MARC 7
It was brown and black

CHALI
Patrolling the hood
Looking for trouble
Saw us purchasing trees
Lurking with speed
They pulled the strap
And was irking to squeeze

MARC 7
You jerk and you bleed

CHALI
We do it in reverse and we flee

MARC 7
Or should we say fled

CHALI
They wanted to make us more than play dead
Flashing his heat

MARC 7
Two cars were moving fast in the street

CHALI
That's when I meet that dude
Was in his back passenger seat

SOUP (Yo that shit was deep)

CHALI
But still I can't remember his name