So Long Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked 

Now, you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops 

Tryin' to verify your government, they got you now, they lovin' it 

They wanna hang that ass, couldn't get you in the past 

Though I can't see your problem, you was still young at the time 

Did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time 

Never told you to slow down, resee your crown heights, you wild 

All I could say was be careful, give you a dap to bounce 

Shit that you went through, watched the drama amount 

Gave a fuck 'long, you wasn't part of the body count 

Now, I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration 

Till the intervene when you first started catching cases 

Fuck to this, dunn, now you in there 

Gotta hold it down, you mother's only son 

And I'ma ride for you, baby 'cause a lot of it is still love 

I'm still there when you get home, I'ma be there 

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You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

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You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault 

'Cause I fronted you that money to get that dough 

Any man's ain't accountable for they action 

Still and all I feel responsible for you being gone 

I hit the mall 'till it happened, K.A. now and then 

Just so you can live and keep your little cosmetics 

In that five years, it was a little dough we made 

Out of sight, out of mind, naw dog, it's not me, I miss you 

You on my mind daily 

Even though I scribe to a nigga, really, you feel me? 

Trying to get my shit together 

So you could be proud, when you touch down 

We got businesses to run now 

Peep it back how we used to run up in a nigga's house 

On some pety crime shit, boy, we was not playin' 

On occasion, I still check ya, brotha 'til the end 

Black and bone crazy ass 

Reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humor 

Talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler 

Tellin' me, how you'll deaf to see your nose out 

You need to bring your black ass home and cut that bullshit out 

I could remember me and killa 

Would test our new guns in the projects 

'Cause that's where police won't come, iller G 

My nigga 'till death do us 

You almost home, until then hold ya head, dunn 

You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long) 

You gotta 

(Hold on) 

And no matter 

(How long) 

And it seems 

(So long)