Quan - Just a Moment (12" Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Quan] Can we please have a moment of silence? That's for my n***as doin' years in confinement And for my soldiers who pa**ed over, no longer living That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em Can we please pour out some liquor? Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here And we gon' rep 'til slugs k** us here This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' c**aine Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by To live it alive, so instead they live it to die Can we please have a moment of peace? For every G that fell for his flag in the streets Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin' Or just for poor righteous teachin' [Hook: Quan sings] As days goes and nights fall For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn While wishin' y'all were home [Verse 2: Nas] Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence? For brothers who died from black-on-black violence From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin' And can we please pour some more liquors? For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my n***as Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan It's to him I pa** the baton to carry this on Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest And can we please have a moment of truth? For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots And families back home who pray they make it home safe Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you Let's take 'em home [Hook] [Verse 3: Quan] And can we please have a moment to mourn? For Pac, Biggie and Pun cause through us they live on Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya... [Nas] Photographs of lost memories On the blocks with blunts and Hennessey Picture some n***as in mock neck shirts Ballantine Ale in brown bags Brothers like to brag 'bout their cousins That locked in the system We all fall victims, we all call Christian Or Islamic faith, to restore all our faith Barbed wire and tall brick wall But we all can escape [Hook]