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Koolhand Lou is an American hip-hop artist known for his unique style and lyrical prowess. With a strong presence in the underground music scene, he has gained a loyal fanbase for his authentic storytelling and catchy hooks. Koolhand Lou's music is often characterized by a combination of introspective and energetic tracks, showcasing his versatility as an artist. more »

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Yeah 
Nigga Tompkins Project
Since 1974
It's fucked up when niggas die
I mean we living and dying 
In the Stuy all day, everyday BK
Tompkins PJ stand up
You heard me
It's Money Goog Da Dude

I'd rather not spend my last days
In virtual obscurity 
Receiving disability 
Or Social Security 
I'd rather die young
Well known in the hood
Victim of a shell 
That was thrown in the hood
Left owning the hood
With a legendary status 
Loved by the thugs 
And the penitentiary's baddest
Pursued by the beast
Wanted for some fed time
Put my picture on the front page
Read it in the headlines 
Multi Platinum artist
Hardest nigga in the world
Survived by his wife
And 2 precious little girls
He will never be forgotten 
He's revered in the streets 
Before he got it popping 
He was feared in the street
Drank beers, in the street
No regard for the law
Type of wild nigga
Punch God in the jaw
If the shit was called for
Go to war with hell or heaven 
Somebody please make a call
And tell the reverend 
He was a bad seed
Planted on some bad land
In other words he was a bad man
A mad man 
Some label 'em a hood nigga
But if my... people could tell it
He was a good nigga
Gyeah! He was a bad seed 
Planted on some bad land
In other words he was a bad man
A mad man 
Some label 'em a hood nigga
But if my people could tell it
He was a good nigga Gyeah

Ggggyeah, gyeah
Ggggyeah, gyeah 
Ggggyeah, gyeah gyeah gyeah

Ayo, we all gotta go
Some way, somehow 
Heaven or hell
Might as well light an El now
Pour out some liquor for a nigga
Remember me
Reminisce, I put it down
How it was meant to be
My mama loved me
My pops ain't know no better
How could they judge me
Them fucking cops 
Ain't know no better
Until they slug me
Put holes up in my Polo sweater
If I gotta go I couldn't pick a way To go no better
So when I die
I won't lie, I won't story you
I want blunts and beers
At my memorial 
And at my wake
I want a reef made of reefer 
F*ck a six feet
Tell 'em dig my shit deeper
So I can get to hell quicker
And on my tomb, let it read
Money Goog was a real nigga
Oh one more thing
Before they bury the body
And I reach the afterlife 
Let me make it to the after party 

Let me make it to the after party
Gyeah
Let me make it to the after party 
This is my Eulogy 

So many fallen comrades
Blew away with the wind
I wish it was a way
To do away with the sin
But it's not and it's hot
So we walk with a sword
Got the devil in our eyes
When we talk to the Lord
It's the rebel in disguise 
That will always be remembered 
True 2 Life Thug
Cold blooded and hot tempered
Don't worry homie
I'ma ride on your enemies
Bury alive
Tear the hide off your enemies 
Send 'em to heaven
You re-murder them bastards
Send 'em back to earth
I re-birth 'em and blast 'em 
I put some liquor in your casket
A toast too
In case them cats we blasted
Approach you
And tell my pops 
We gonna talk when I get there
Hold me down
We gonna spark when I get there
Gyeah 
Let's see what heaven's weed'll
Do to me
And by the way, your daughter's 
Growing up so beautifully 
This is my Eulogy

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