Artist: Lord Superb Album: Superb Clientele Song: Intro Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lord Superb] Aiyo, man, the president is back, man Knowhatimsaying, Lord Superb, man Far Rock America, stand up Matter fact, ya'll niggas sit the fuck down Like I told ya'll on that last volume, man We done grind too much to have to stand up Ya'll niggas stay in ya muthafucking seats and ride this thing out, man Rest in peace to my man King Dutch, Stack Bundles My brother Mooap Illiani, man You know, no beat, no nothing, man, knowhatimsaying Tribute to all my little dead niggas, knowhatimean All my older dead niggas, youknowhatimsaying And all my middle age niggas, man, it's like this man [Lord Superb] I heard niggas was hating, when Dutch copped a quarter to seven So they killed him on the corner, around a quarter to seven Moo sent me a sign, said he saw him in heaven When he saw him, they did a few things He took him to the holy store, bought him some Gucci wings So if I die in my sleep, or they blast the kid Bury me with money in my hand, and a flatscreen in my casket lid Ya'll never be able to divide the team Stack Bundles sent me his soul, he inside of me He said, fuck it, Perb, let's colide the dream I ain't mad that you president, I died the king Plus I, got your letters from inside the bing It's kind of weird how you warned me about my death inside that thing And all them, hating niggas once you start to bling And them R&B gangstas that start to sing See, Perb I asked God to leave, the pain was too much Plus it was hard to breath, see Just tell my G's, I never tried to scream And that I, did my thing before they got my chain