[Chorus] days are cold livin’ without you The nights long, I’m growing older I miss the days old, thinkin’ about you You may be gone, but never over [Verse 1] If Proof could see me I know he’d be proud in me deep down, there’s something in me he found That made him in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it’ll be them doors on Dre’s Phantom, believe me That means homie, you’ll never throw me of this course, blow me Bitch I this all for the sport only But I want all, I’m not just talking awards homie the balls in my court and it’s lonely On top of the world when the only One with balls and your shorts To leave them on the floor with no re-morse, remember that when they to doggin’ you boy homie So y’all can just get bloggin’ about bologna I’m not gonna stop the continues, no stoppin’ the force I’m the floors with them, I keep tryna pass it, but they on droppin’ the torch and it be, long til this sport is O-V-E-R, Just Blaze and me, we are them doors and no we ain’t pumpkins Halloween but we’ll show up on your porch, so be careful what you say, there ain’t no punks over so follow me Through fog like I’m S-N-double-O-P Let me you through the smoke G If only I travellin’ down this road by my lonely No one knew me like you will ever know me don’t think you understand how much you meant to me [Chorus] [Bridge] And it don’t (oh) And it don’t quit it don’t stop (oh) And don’t quit (oh) And miss you (oh) I just you (oh) I just you (oh) Homie I’ll never forget (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanna write the rhyme of my life So sick it’ll blow up the mic, It’ll the dyna in mite Yeah it’ll make the MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit hisself Tap dancin’ all over the beat, it’ll jump off the page and spit it’s the best thing I could do right now Doody for you is to rap SO Imma fuck til I die, yeah Imma it to death And itstead of mourning your I’d rather celebrate your life Elevate to new height, step on gas and accelerate, Imma need two mics Cuz the way that I’m feelin’ tonight, everything can just do right There’s that I can do wrong, I’m too strong and I’m just too hyped Just finished the and buss it’, excuse the corny metaphor They’ll never catch up (ketchup) to all energy that I’ve mustered (mustard) So God help me out while I fight through this grievin’ process lyrics courtesy www.killerhiphop.com Tryna process this loss is me nauseous But this depression ain’t me hostage I’ve been watchin’ this game, pacin’ these hallways You had faith me always Proof you knew I’d come out of slump, rise from these ashes Come right back they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And Imma show ‘em, ‘em out the water slaughter ‘em homes I’mma own so many belts the only place they can hit me is ‘em Homie I know never gonna be the same without you I never woulda came in this I’m going insane without you Matter of it was just the other night, had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up, I spread my wings I flew gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me Doodi you’re not layin’ on that table I knew I was gonna make it, soon as you said think of Hailie, knew There wasn’t no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies, and not many are lucky enough to a guardian angel like you Lord I’m so thankful, please don’t think I don’t feel grateful, I Just me the strength that I need, for one more day to get through So homie this is song, I dedicate this to you I love Doody [Chorus] it don’t stop (oh) it don’t quit (oh) And it don’t (oh) And don’t quit (oh) And I miss you I miss you (oh) I just miss (oh) I’ll never forget you (no) [End]