Gone but not forgotten

I say why a nigga got to die, that's a part of life

I wish I wasn't never born, cuz this life ain't right

My partner had to go over a hoe, but it's cool

I can't be calmed down, when I see her I'm a use my tool

Act a fool, let her know how it feel to be underground and

When she get there I know Pimp gonna beat her down

Give me the weed so I can choke

When I see her she get smoked

Bitch think it's a game, but it ain't no joke

I'm a fuck on that dope

Pimp Daddy we miss ya, we love ya

But it's all right, that whole Csh Money Click

Gonna be on that other side and get high

Cuz I'm comin' cuz I'm a three man funk and

B gonna bring the gin Boo-Koo trill

There it go, havin' fun in another world

Thinkin' about old time's

We go open the lab, and have us still writin' rhymes

Nigga's wanna sound like you, and walk with a limp

Everybody still wanna be like you, but there's only one Pimp

And you gone, who did it gonna get popped in

Glocked in, my boy gone but ain't forgotten

{Rest In Peace, That's How We Do It,

Straight From The Heart, And That C.M.R.

{Ya Heard Me

Verse Two: {Yella Boy

Ninety Five, Ninety Six, more trick's, Fa'sho Yella Boy, ya see

My summaries, the memories, ya see he's never buried

A nigga still pimpin' for the legendary Gary,

Every time I get happy up in this rap there's a glisp cliff

I think about the drama sho'nuff make's me

Miss ya, I got to pull's off for you fake pimp wanna bee's

Don't let me catch ya sleepin' I'll knock you to yo knees

Pimp up in the air, I know my boy standin' close

If you was around pimpin' we shoul take a toast

The pimpin' the trippin' on a regular basis

Servin' hoes, lockin' number's, not rememberin' face's

I got yo back shootin' straight like a sniper

I ease up on the scene and make's ya rowdy

Like Rod Piper, duck's behind the bin, to

Often feel I need to Buck! Buck!

Brusin' all my enemies bringin' 'em bad luck

Verse Three: {Tec-9

This analogy, that my nigga Pimp

With the gangsta limp, is now in a gangsta lean

But this shit is true, and I never knew it could be like that

Ain't nobody special when it come's to the gat

First you fuck that hoe, and then you stop to think

How many nigga's die, because of a stank ass hoe

Should have been that bitch layin' on the floor

Guess what? But she still got to go

What the fuck is this, blood comin' from my nigga head

Retailation is the method that I'm takin'

When I'm steppin' in that world

Got to go get myself some furl

And I'm in yo hallway always plottin'

In a situation, where my nigga is gone but not forgotten

{Fa'sho, you not forgotten boy

{Much Love Pimp Daddy from yo nigga Tec-9

{And the Black Connection

{Cash Money Records always in there