Yea... yea... this PT... nigga... representin my DJ SQUEAKY!(SQUEAKY!)... nigga...         I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone   All my niggas that left ya live on   I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone   I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone         Yea... Yea...   What's up John Reed? Uncle Sweet... Uncle Randy(What's up sweet? I see you baby!) Gangstas nigga! Randy Van Troy! Rest in peace gangsta! Yea! We love you gangsta! Rest in peace gangsta! I know y'all niggas lookin down on me!      [Verse 1]   I'm'a dedicate this song to the gone   All my niggas that left ya live on   Now Everybody! I need to put ya lighters up!   WeLL UH HUH! I need to put ya lighters up!   I done lost a lieutenant, a mother lost her son   A brother lost a brother, and that's not including others   That you touch through your personality   And since I lost you the devil breathin'   But I'm'a prevail from ATL   And know that I'm missin' you like hell(like hell)   I'm talkin' bout a hood tragedy nigga   And everybody always askin me nigga   I love this nigga, we ate together   The same fork off the same plate together   I wish I would've been there when they came   I would've left 'em in a flame      [Chorus] x2   But I'm'a see him at the crossroads   I got some blunts and some liquor   Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I'm'a picture(or pitcher I'm not sure)   I'm'a see him at the crossroads   Cuz that's my mothafuckin' nigga   So he won't be lonely(lonely)      [Verse 2]   Hit the club, hoes askin' where you at   "Chillin' with the father" I reply back   Sack after sack after sack after sack   They ain't even have to do ya like that   But niggas full of shit so I don't fuck wit 'em   Niggas lookin crazy, I get right with 'em   They killed my dog, They killed my ace   Forever I miss ya, Ya can't be replaced   I wish I would've been there when they jacked   I'd blew 'em out the door with that mothafuckin' mack   I'd walk blackbottom for my mothafuckin' dogs   Look him in his eyes, leave him in the fog   I love ya unc, I miss ya man   And I can't wait to grab ya hand   And pull ya close and embrace ya with the other   Man you my mothafuckin' brother      [Chorus] x2   But I'm'a see him at the crossroads   I got some blunts and some liquor   Sack of Timmy D and some bitches I'm'a picture   I'm'a see him at the crossroads   Cuz that's my mothafuckin' nigga   So he won't be lonely(lonely)      Yea(yea)