Stack Bundles - Send Him Our Love lyrics

[Intro - Stack Bundles] Listen, if you listen to this it's evidence you tryin to figure out if I'm due Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me And got your own views about who's really that dude Well, the South movement got ten months left And come Valentine's Day the game will merge to the West And I feel it's absurd that the East is the sellin the less Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game They won't retire, so the generation just remain the same A bunch of opportunists that was given opportunity To make a difference in music but gave no opportunity Nothing new or fresh, it's just the same a** sound Same old producers, with the same a** sound Up and coming artists got identity crisis Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away But when you me you think of a way To cast the criticism aside, get on a track, say what the f** you wanna say The radio's goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should And not what the listeners say they should, indeeed they should Indeed I should, SMACK a few n***as like Suge! But then there they'll blackball me And that's a long story, no crossover so I wrote the Crossover But if the album sell out, I'd be considered a sellout The fans keep asking, 'When's the album going to come out?' Ask your local execs, I'm out [DJ On Point - talking] (*echo*) We call this one Send Him Our Love Rest in peace to Stack Bundles [Hook 1 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey] I still recall A sad cafe How it hurt so bad to see her cry I didn't want to say goodbye [Joe Budden - talking behind the Hook] Uh I know you up there doin it big (DJ ON POINT) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain't know what to say Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate saying You had pa**ed away, I'm like why n***as stay playing? Your MySpace page playing, it started my day aching It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn't a rumor Can't believe that it's over But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must've needed a soldier I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more We used to scream 'f** these n***as!' like Tim Dog You was the only rap n***a I would fend for Was fiending for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets You just wanted to be seen as elite Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya But love something too much, guarantee it'll k** ya For real a [Hook 2 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey] Send him my love, memories remain Send him my love Roses never fade Send him my love, memories remain Send him my, send him my love [Joe Budden - talking behind Hook] - w/ ad libs Know what I mean? I remember we was in the studio doing Doing "You Know What'll Happen" It was me, you and Cau You told me to keep my verses sixteen I said 'you know I can't do that!' I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as f** You went and tried to stretch your sh** out, I wasn't having it though, n***a [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Look, Riot Squad keep your head up Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up I'm looking in your casket, praying a n***a get up For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord calling I told you go and f** with Jimmy, that's before "Ballin" Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life I just heard you on Flex show last night Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up? A line outside your funeral, Ran was really f**ed up And I was too but the difference is I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that living gets Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude It's sad another black man, taken by a black hand Was your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance God damn! [Hook 2] [Joe Budden - talking behind Hook] - w/ ad libs I remember like I remember we was in Cancun That was my first time out there in Cancun Me and you was rollin together You talkin about 'where the b**hes, where the b**hes, where the b**hes at?' Like n***a I don't know, you supposed to be "The Gorgeous Gangsta" Don't ask me nothin, I don't speak no Spanish I love you n***a [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] I know the kids really need you I keep telling 'em, Pac wanted to sign you and Big wanted to see you Pun wanted to cypher L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher Go and help Jam Master Jay get the crowd hyper Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a writer Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire You in a better place up there at the pearly gates You could be "The Gorgeous Gangster" and n***as won't hate Some n***as tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy I'm in the clouds, screamin "Squad Up" in your memory [Hook 2] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking behind Hook] I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock And you had some b**h in your car and your car broke down And you called me talkin about 'Do I got AAA and sh**?' I'm like 'nah, but at least that answer your question' And you like 'what question?' I'm like 'well, I just heard a song of yours Talking about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you And she want go ride with a G' Haha, I love you n***a Uh, and rest in peace