Long Live Julio

'Cause the boys in the hood
 Knowin' nothin' in life
 Rest in peace Eric Wright
 Let's get it
 Fourth hour lunch with Clue
 Terrance, Will, Pierre, and Mike, Stew and Bullock
 Back when me and Gopher had to share a slice
 Used to have fear of flights
 Scrubbin' my toothbrush on a pair of Nikes
 The strap with my shank for niggas scared to fight
 Who love to carry knives
 They always warned me what came with the murder game
 And the rest assured me that it carry life
 For that Columbus run, I had been through Gary twice
 Twenty Joe Montanas touchin' down on my Jerry Rice
 Eighty in my secret garden, I tuck the Barry White
 Look like a tomato in my cup, mixed with Cherry Sprite
 Somethin' like Fredo in the cut, that's a scary sight
 Had that man afraid to look up, these niggas scared of heights
 Lord, if I go to Hell, can I still wear my ice?
 And if I did, just let me take my strig and a pair of dice
 Told my mama, don't pray for me, pray for these parasites
 We pray for Paris, now we on the terrace out in paradise
 Where we at?