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Letter To Pun

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Letter To Pun

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What up, twin

I'm just sittin' back, man, thinking about all the good times we had

There's a lot of things been going on since you been gone

I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter

You know what I'm sayin', a letter from the heart

Yo, yo

Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky

Blow some smoke in the air, so we both can get high

At night, I hold my rosaries tight and hope to get by

Close my eyes and ask the Lord why he chose you to die

Though I believe in God, I chose my own road 'cause of pride

I don't abide to no bible, 'cause most of them lie

Life's like a roller coaster ride, just try to hold on and drive

It's all about surviving, one day, we all gonna die

I tried to hide all these feelings I was holding inside

'Cause they always told me thugs ain't suppose to cry

And show their emotional side, but it soaked up my eyes

'Cause I never had nobody really close to me die

Couldn't understand it at first, so how do this work?

You were just here full of cheer, now I'm following your hearse

It's outta this earth, I felt like I was damn with a curse

Had to light candle in church to handle the hurt

In retrospect, I always respect the man that you were

A man of your word that always put his family first

With talent superb, all you wanted was to be heard

And you got your chance, all of your fans are proud of your work

You made it outta of the dirt and got on top of the world

But you still stood in the hood with your son and to little girls

You in iced out chains, your wife was rockin' the pearls

You lived a ghetto fabulous life, the Bronx was your borough

And when the fame came, you never changed, you kept it so thorough

We did the same thing, poppin' champagne to we earled

You shocked the world, twin, every time you rapped on a track

You had cats like: How this fat dude could flow like that?

Is he black? Is he packin' the mack in the back of the acc?

The only Spanish rapper to snatch up a platinum plaque

That's a fact, it's been written in stones, from here to Rome

When it comes to spittin' them poems, you sit on the throne

I wish you was home, life is so different alone

Spoke to Liza and the kids, little Chris is so grown

He's your own spittin' image, it's just like you were cloned

You know I treasure Manda and Sesha, like they were my own

Liza's still tryin' to get it together, she had your back through the stormy weather

For that, I will never forget her, times are tougher than leather

As for me, things could be better

I needed to clear my head up, that's why I had to write you this letter

Since you been gone, Joe's been stronger then ever, still with Laurena

How can he go to bed knowing he's stealin' your cheddar?

About a mil or better, to me he's as real as pleather

We built this together, still, in all he had me set up

I should've known better, I let it ride for too long

Let it slide for too long, let it hide for too long

Now I am tryin' to move on without tryin' to do wrong

But my pride is too strong, I'ma ride through the storm

With a hundred troops strong, no bullet-proofs on

Glocks cocked and locked and ready to shoot form

I'm just tryin' to put you on, twin, to what's going on

A lot of back stabbin' since you been gone

A lot of whack rappin' comin' from the so-called Don

A lot of black ballin' happenin', no matter, twin, I'm still going strong

Tony's still singin' songs, tryin' to swing it along

He's no longer foundation, sayin' Joe put him on

He's dead wrong, Armeggedion still ain't on

Prospect- back in the projects, livin' with moms

Words born, Remys' the realist, she know what the deal is

Feelin' like there is still a chance, wishin' you could come and heal us

But the thrill is gone, I'm no longer part of that

I'm back where I started at

That's where my heart is at

'Cause God knows how hard I scrap

To try to keep it from this

I been a team player, he chose to play at his own risk

Sunkiss still comes around, we still get down

We puff a pound whenever Chuck and C come into town

Toom is illin', he's down in Orlando makin' a killin'

Buildin' his own army with soldiers, ready and willin'

Me and Seis still be chillin'

He's fine as well

Still rhymin', still grindin', only time will tell

Gilly's stressed out, tryin' to figure out his next route

Feelin' left out

No more T. S, he checked out

Xed out his tattoos, but he still got you

B is still with me, Full A Clips our old school crew

He stayed true, always been the coolest nigga we knew

Booby's up in the videos with you know who

You was the glue to the puzzle, the key to the struggle

The reason why I even chose to be in this hustle

Twin, I love you

No matter what or who tries to judge you

There's nothing worse than family and friends tryin' to fuck you

I stuck through it all, and this is what it all lead up to

It's the closest ones to you that will stick it in and cut you

So much for being humble, I'm comin' through with the shovels

Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble

On the double, so you can be at peace with your troubles

'Cause even after death, you stress from all these scuffles

Guzzle the liquor, snuffing walls till there's blood on my knuckles

Watchin' the devil chuckle, hopin' I break down and buckle

In this jungle, it's all about survival of the fittest

Though you died, you never rid us

Twin, you're still alive in spirit, I can feel it

I know you're up in heaven right now

Hangin' out in thug's mansion, you and Pac, whilin' out

Livin' the kings lifestyle, with platinum wings iced out

Bet you and Biggie in the Angels lounge, poppin' Crystal

Getting high with Freaky Tah, lightin' up white owls

Thuggin' it out with Big L, rollin' dice on the clouds

Aaliyah, smilin' down, Left Eye is still type wild

Buggin' out, partyin', everybody's up in the house

You kickin' freestyles while Master J hypes up the crowd

Ain't no fights breakin' out, it's all love right now

I'm just writing down how I feel, hopin' you hear me

Puttin' my heart and soul in it, so you can see it all clearly

I hold you dearly in my thoughts, 'cause like you, there's no other

Sincerely yours, Cuban Link, your twin, your brother

Baby, I love you!

I still got your back, twin

Your brothers here

You even got your own day up in the Bronx

We on top of the world

Yeah, I'ma ride with you, baby

I'll always ride with you till the day I die

That's my word

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