Sometimes

[Noreaga and Maze]

Yeah, break half the Dutch off

Yeah this for them niggaz, can't be here

Pour out half of that shit

Pour out half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga!

Just missin them summer jams

Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es

Brooklyn Queens things and shit

You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that

Niggaz I miss that can't be here with us thuggin it out

Thinkin about them good ol days and times

Word up, this is for them, spit that shit

[Noreaga]

Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you that

My only means of gettin money was just sellin crack

Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that

So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap

My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet

Yo it really don't matter just be zoned on the same set

Me and Traz kick it, on the here and there

Don't really hang too tough, but the love is there

My pops died on July 3rd

Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb

Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son

Matter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gun

and said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms

Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"

He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dad

He was a boxin God, and he was real he was glad

Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug

and I love him yo, so I'ma spread that love

Chorus: Noreaga (repeat 2X)

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes

Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes

Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day

Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Maze]

I cock and pop three in the air for my niggaz not here

Locked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continously

Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory

You still breathe, your face show through your seeds

And who would know one day you'd go so quick, we all felt hopeless

Through blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show this

A sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengths

with my rap strengths, when I think about my past friends

K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me

since we was shorties, they're paintin project glory

I get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rush

Keepin it thorough for my past heroes

I must for my people, street and physical, I still see you

Featured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkle

Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, it's like I feel a hush

over the skies touched by dead guys speakin

Chorus

[Noreaga]

Yo from Biggie Smalls to kill a beat to, Bob Marley

and, Tupac, yo twin in my Pacs

They hard 'tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plus

my nigga Rahiem, from God Crew

You know I pour out beer for Fernando too

And I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crew

Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same

I used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my game

But y'all niggaz ain't here, can't believe this shit

Thought you'd always be here, thought we'd always be click

But y'all niggaz not here no more, it ain't fair no more

Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door

But I maintain still holdin in the pain

Why my pops had to go, why he couldn't sustain?

Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad

I know he probably didn't realize, what he had

Chorus 2X

Sometimes nigga, sometimes

Feelin broke

Got a little cream

You know I ain't gonna front

My niggaz gettin glossy eyed in the studio and shit

Word, about the people we talkin about

Hittin each other in the heart

That's how we do it, for all those who ain't here

You know we still pour beer

And it's all dedicated for y'all

The shit is all dedicated for y'all