Chorus:    Thug love, to all of my cats   That went out of town to hustle and nevercame back  Thug love, to all my cats   That's in jail forever, and ain't never comin' back  Thug love, to all of my cats   Who got murdered for stacks and ain't never comin' back  Thug love, to all of my cats   Who got lost in the ghetto and ain't never comin' back    [Verse 1]  Sometimes I reminisce  Puffin' lye, swallowin' Guinesses  The niggas I used to know is the niggas I miss  Some is rich and hidin' out  Some is sittin' in the mountains 'till their lifetime is out  Others got found layin' on the ground and their mind was out  Those that's still livin' I hope ya'll hear this  Cause ya'll who I'm rhymin' about  I know ya'll feel this  Ya'll probably lick shots everytime ya'll hear this  Milion, still in this, no loses   Still winnin' this, ya'll probably pushin' gold Porsches  Cribs with gold faucets  Pimpin' Ho's who pose for portraits  Wherever ya'll at I know you're gettin' it  Wherever ya'll at I know ya'll stackin' chips, livin' rich  I took this time out to reminisce on all the niggas I miss  Let the lye twist   Last time I seen you it was Nine-Six  You had Five bricks and two chicks to ride wit'   Left the Eight-Fifty-I at my crib  Two bottles of Cris', I won't pop 'em 'till you return,   Won't even drive your car yo  Yo, we Duns like Lamont and Rahlo  As long as time flow  I'm'a keep you in my mind yo  And I'm'a shine so ya'll can see the sign of my glow.    Chorus -     [Verse 2]  See, I ain't fail  To all my cats in C.I.A. jails  Men in black Prisons  Who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians  Semarians, contacted by Aliens  Black Elohiem trapped in the Beast  Kidnapped in the East   Now in the Western Hemisphere trapped in the streets  Here me Son  Ya'll probably in Area Fifty-One  Division first prison is worse, cause niggas don't even know   There's a civilization in the middle of the Earth  We was tricked from birth  And slave whipped from birth  Stripped from birth  Probably microchipped from birth  Project dwellin'  We're labeled as high-tech felons  C-74 to the shores of Broadway  I hear the voice in the Hallway, everyday all day  Ghetto Heaven, Four-Four or the sawed-off way  For all my Duns who caught bodies and got caught on tape  And those who got snitched on  That little chicken-head bitch got pissed off and ran her lips off  FEDS grabbed her up, now I heard they found her   Stabbed up with a pitch fork  It's '99, niggas is rich in New York  So we still livin'...I don't know   Where ya'll at or if ya'll still there.    Chorus     [Verse 3]  I won't say no names  'cause FEDS ain't playin' no games  For major Cocaine they sent jakes to raid your domain  I got brains, mega ice on my gold chain  Poetic fame, laid back in the stretch Range  Paid Mack without the suede hat, just plain  What's left to explain?  We went from Pyramids to projects  From projects to material objects  Still imperial, one and the same  Gunnin' the same  Floss 'till I'm a Hundred and change  Pop corks off Louis the 13th bottles of Champaigne  Donald Goines thug  Hollow point slug  I got a major team destroyin' you scrubs  This is what we call love  My Duns brawl in mess halls  Transport quarter Ki's in Lex doors  My Son showed me the World and said "It's Yours"  It's your choice, Sixes or Fours  Bitches or whores  This division is yours  Just keep it real and live for the cause  Keep your steel 'cause shit is a war, this shit is a war.     Chorus -