Artist: Shyheim f/ Pop Da Brown Hornet Album: Enter the Bottom Song: Love Ya'll, Miss Ya'll Typed by: Cno Evil [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Aiyo, I often tell myself I'm blessed to be alive Every other day it's like someone else dies What's your purpose for existence, to encourage the bullshit Would it really make a difference Time's ticking, and you still ain't move It's like you got on steel pants and cement shoes Man, life is short, we need to all get along Cuz you here today, and tomorrow you gone Yo, at times I just look up at the sky, watching birds flying high Sweating, fighting the sun from out my eye Stuck on memories on brothers passed How it real and the Sacks, we would just smoke and laugh He used to tell me, Pop, hurry up and blow I don't fuck with parties, but I support you at your show Then he spit some shit that I wrote from years prior Like, you should put that out Brown, that shit is still fire Dutch Dimes, wrote beside me his rhymes I sit and listen, even when he forget his lines He start laughing, then take it back to the top Came with some fast lick shit, then go back to the block I miss Hustleman, Pooh, Little Bro, with all the wit Like Fantasy Island, it was nothing he couldn't get Miss Slim and the stories, Kawana just laugh Rasheen playing c-lo, taking all of his cash I miss Sundew and Stack, some shit is unbelievable I'm still waiting for John Chase to come back Little Keyo, Kee-Kee, Keisha and Slane It's like every 6 months I'm pouring out another drink Tony Omen, Tony Reagan, come on, to the beat Can't believe everybody's falling six feet deep A leader in Tommy Dale, Mister E, Miss James I miss Grams and his bugged out dance Baby Nicks, aka DMX Ronald Wilson on Death Row, my projects under stress Everybody's effected by the decision, one sentenced death While, other's grow up in prison Even the free, feel like, we the victims Constant patdowns when on Stapleton grounds Fifty some odd years since the last injection And the Stapleton man is death row's resurrection [Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet] At times, I wish I could just fly away Let the wind blow me to where no one know me A whole nother galaxy, just start a new Where the water and the sky are blue [Pop Da Brown Hornet] My lyrics, are powerful and potent Brown Bomber more than just fucking and smoking A giant amongst men, deadly with a pad and a pen Knowing all good things come to an end So I, live life to the fullest, knowing one day I'll be a memory, and how will they remember me? He was this, he was that, he was nice, he was wack Some scream, how the selfish ones know I gave back See, life is what you make it, either bad or great A journey through hell or a piece of cake So my suggestion to you, is come get yourself a slice Cuz, hell is hot, where nobody got ice Earth starting to resemble hell, global warming Ice melting, constant wars Deseases with no cure, son turn killer, daughter turn whore Millionaires ignoring the poor [Chorus]