(Talking). yea i wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music cause without hip hop music i wouldnt be hear today Preacher's Son Yeaaaa. (Verse 1). Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot. and they was both still was rulers of hip hop. and Puffy and Suge was roomates from college. and Big L never got found in the alley (YEAA). Nas and Jay Z they was still homies. Squash tha Beef with Ja rule and FiFty. Benzino shook hands with Eminem. and on the same record i heard Eve Fox and Kim. and sometimes when i dream. is when i wake up and i kinda hope that the Fugees didnt break up. and when they walk into the studio i pray they didnt spray. cause i miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay. (Chorus). Shots go off mothers cry. Busters ride homicide. Black on Black crime needs to stop. yall cant blame it on hip hop. Cause what we say is what we see. and what we see is reality. a ghettos a ghettos we got to live in the sorrow. so we will live to see tomorrow. (Verse 2). Imagine if Big Pun was still alive. i could see Fat Joe screamin "Terror Squad". Imagine if there was four survivours in Destinys Child. and TLC never lost they Left Eye. Imagine Refugees never needing them passport. and John Forte never at Newark airport. Million Man march man thats was a start. now i need a million more to meet me at Central Park. when the revolution start you gonna have to play this. Imagine Slick Rick not getting deported. (Chorus). Shots go off mothers cry (mothers cry yeah). Busters ride homicide. Black on Black crime needs to stop. yall cant blame it on hip hop. Cause what we say is what we see. and what we see is reality. a ghettos a ghettos so we got to live in the sorrow. so we will live to see tomorrow. (Verse 3). The club never thought SHYNE shot the gun. but in the limosuine J Lo had to run. paparazzi snapping shots through the mirror. That when i saw a smile from Princess Diana. back and forth and forth and back. Black Alyiah man do i miss her. the war goes on with the Roc and the LOX. Murda Inc G UNIT its a fight to the top. shot we lost to many siolders like Freaky Ty. why who get the cover of a magzine who got to die. (Chorus). Shots go off mothers cry (mothers cry). Busters ride homicide. Black on Black crime needs to stop. yall cant blame it on hip hop. Cause what we say is what we see. and what we see is reality. a ghettos a ghettos so we got to live in the sorrow. so we will live to see tomorrow. Yea Peace be with Yall. Live to see tomorrow 2x Fading