intro:word i miss you,i miss the god   word....a powerful brother,man, he was live   Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89'   He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goose   coming from Medina, we boost   we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy   Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listen   yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just'   and RZA, came to the island one morn'   A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga   on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies   five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones   I know for his braids and lessons   a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest   a right hand, you quick, serving you remy   Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, lost forgotten   aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli   ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind   the way he did it, with a mic and some wine   i would never forget the days we used to sit back   days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this nigga   and now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga   Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample)   My name is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin?   i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?   When i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying   so so so its like you got to keep it real nahwhatimean?      [Raekwon:]   He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from day one   Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma Cherry   Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty   How to cook, clean, singing the songs, say the   Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine   We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s   Knowledge of self, good health   The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother insane   It's like wealth ain't enough to live for   But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself   That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black Land'   Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam   (Brooklyn Zu) you know my brother was ill   The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"   Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor   Now he with Allah, that's a blessing      [Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~]   See, it's like, ok, where I come from   In my neighborhood, my people know me   Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any different   They ain't gon' respect me no more   Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you know people   Got their thing about themselves, you know   If you come from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying   You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood   But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people   Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and crossover   To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like that   That's why they don't be buying people music   See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real   You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man