Letter to Chip Banks - Lord Superb

This right here is dedicated, To all my fallen soldiers

All my five borough niggas, My L.A. niggas

My A.T.L.

niggas, To all my niggas in Oppa Locka, What up baby

I went and saw the movie and all

That shit made me cry, Bad Boy I’m feeling yall

Uhh, But that aint part of my script

I high jacked this beat to talk about my man Chip

Remember Banky Santana, Pardon me yall, The real Santana

I know you up there, With my Nana

You and my brother Moose sitting next to the best planner

Tell God I said thanks for the talent

And introducing me to my son Pete from Shaolin

We getting money tryna get you a Grammy

You know, Just to put it on the wall unit

You always said you wanted one to put it on the wall unit

I heard about Haz, How could he do that shit

If it was up to me I’d have somebody shoot that kid

But I know you want me to do better, So I can live better

Cause if we living better, I’ma get your kids better

Aint seen em in a while, Don’t know where they live

That’s a shout out to any chick with Chip’s kids

And fuck a tooth for a tooth, I want a life for a life

Somebody real close to him like his sister or wife

Ayo the whole Harlem hurting, It really cracked they shell

Cause you a motherfucking legend like Richard Darnell

Like Alpo, Fritz and them

And if you up there with BIG, Tell him we still missing him

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You know, Ayo the words are something else, I just can’t call him

Ghost be on my mind, I just can’t call him

Pain from being broke is making me hungrier

Them two week old hair cuts is making me uglier

Damn, Streets got a nigga depressed

Nigga stressed, I can feel the pain in my chest

My brother just died, I’m tryna cop him a head stone

When I was locked up they turned my block to a death zone

But I know how to push it quiet

How to roll un-noticed like some bullshit tires

Live by the code, Blow your face off your head

When we buried Nana, I knew the gangstas was dead

To her, Even church was a fashion show

She said everything was class and dough

That’s why every Saturday she copped shoes to match her robes

She said boy you better flash and glow

And all Nana did was take care of kids

And she only died to get me near BIG

I aint got no imagination, The streets in my head

I guess they feed us soul food cause we aint gonna eat when we dead