Ason Jones

intro:word i miss you,i miss the godword....a powerful brother,man, he was live

Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89'

He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goosecoming from

Medina, we boostwe up in

A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy

Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listenyo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just'and

RZA, came to the island one morn'

A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any niggaon the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosiesfive foot seven a legend was born,

Russel "ason"

JonesI know for his braids and lessonsa wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chesta right hand, you quick, serving you remy

Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, lost forgottenaiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoliason, the heart of a lion, a purified mindthe way he did it, with a mic and some winei would never forget the days we used to sit backdays i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this niggaand now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga

Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample)

My name is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin?i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?

When i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsayingso so so its like you got to keep it real nahwhatimean?[Raekwon:]

He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from day one

Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma

CherrySweet lady,

BK baby, she taught

DirtyHow to cook, clean, singing the songs, say the

Old school dances and

O.E., Ballantine, the wine

We sip, while we sat with the

O.G.'sKnowledge of self, good health

The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother insane

It's like wealth ain't enough to live for

But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself

That was the black man rap, baby

Jesus in the black

Land'Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam(Brooklyn Zu) you know my brother was ill

The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"

Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor

Now he with

Allah, that's a blessing[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~]

See, it's like, ok, where

I come from

In my neighborhood, my people know me

Youknowhatimsaying?

See, if I try to come any different

They ain't gon' respect me no more

Youknowhatimsaying?

Because they -- you know people

Got their thing about themselves, you know

If you come from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying

You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood

But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people

Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and crossover

To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like that

That's why they don't be buying people music

See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real

You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying?

We telling the truth, man