[Verse One: Havoc]
  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 interveine, 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
    [Chorus: Havoc (4x)]
    You gotta (hold on)
  No matter (how long)
  And it seems (so long)
    [Verse Two: Prodigy]
  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 & 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 occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end
  Black, and bone crazy ass
  reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour
  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
    [Chorus: Havoc (4x)]
    You gotta (hold on)
  No matter (how long)
  And it seems (so long)