Dudey

They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy

Are they asking me that because of the s**t thats been thrown at me

Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care

Dudey, most of my life its just been me and you there

And I continuously stare at pictures of you

I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to, but I do

Yeah, I say it now when you can't hear me

What the f**k good does that do me now

But somehow I know you're near me in presence

Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter to them

Two little beautiful boy of yours to try to ease their minds a little

And dawg, you'll never believe this

But Sharonda actually talks to me now, jesus

And everyone else is just trying to pick up the pieces

Man, how could you touch so many ******* lives and just leave us

They say grievance has a way of affecting everyone different

If it's true

How the f**k am I supposed to get over you

Difficult as it sounds, dudey

I drop a tear in the rhyme

The day you find it is the day I stop missing Deshan

Holton, it was written, it was weoven for a soldier to leave so suddenly

Got me wide open

How could God take a soul so d**e and

Turn around, leave us all heartbroken

Know that you're saying, keep going, be a man, no emotion

It's your duty, till we meet again, dudey

Dudey, that's what we'd call each other

I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us

We was always brothers

Never thought about each other's skin colours

'Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer

It was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sunburn

Tryin' to walk under the trees just to get me some comfort

I'm moanin', I just wanna get home and I look over and your shirt is off

I'm like "You're gonna fry", you're like "No, I won't. I'm black, stupid!

And black people they got melatonin in their skin

We dont burn". Meanwhile my face is glowing, and I feel like I'm on fire

And the entire time you're laughing at me

And snapping at me with your shirt, bastard

And I still have to get you back for that s**t

And by the way them playboy rings my mother stole from you, well nate finally got them back

S**t, that must've been at least 16 years ago

Well I put them in your cask-ah moving past it

It still ain't registered yet

But you can bet, your legacy they'll never forget

The motor-city motown, hip hop vet, Hip Hop Shop, dreads, it dont stop there

Yeah, as difficult as it sounds

Dudey

I drop a tear in the rhyme

The day you find it is the day I stop missing Deshan

Holton, it was written, it was weoven for a soldier to leave so suddenly

Got me wide open

How could God take a soul so d**e and

Turn around, leave us all heartbroken

Know that you're saying, keep going, be a man, no emotion

It's your duty, till we meet again, dudey

And this may sounds a little strange but I'ma tell it

I found a jacket that you left at my wedding, I picked it up to smell it

I wrapped it up in plastic, until I put it in glass, and hang it up in the hallway so I can always look at it

And as for all and me in D-12 we feel like f**k rap

It feels like our general just f***ing died in our lap

We shut off all our pages, all our cell numbers, our chains, our 2-ways

Are in the trash, so some cats'll have to find a new way

And I know that it feels like the dreams will die with you today

But the truth is, they're all still here and you ain't

Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressing on, don't ever give up your dream

Dawg, I got love for you all

And dudey, its true you brought people together who never would been in the same room if it wasn't for you

You were the peace maker dudey, I know sometimes you were moody

But you hated confrontation and truly hated the fueding

But you were down for yours whenever it came to scrapping

If it had to happen, it had to happen

Believe me I know you're the one who taught me to throw them balls back on Dresden

From making cars to paintballin' and gettin' arrested

To sitting across from each other in cells, laughing and jesting

They tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no question

I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up didn't show up for court

So we got off on a technicality, left sweating

Me you and what's his face, I forgot his f***ing name

Shame, he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team

And if I see him again I'ma punch him in the f***ing face

And that's on Hailie Jade, Whitney Laine and Alaina's name

I let the pistol bang once, just to leak a shot in the air for you

And pour some liquor out with Obie in the parking lot

Of 54 just before we were supposed to get in cars to come and see you once more

Difficult as it sounds

Dudey