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Music Label: Sunny Malton
Lyrics:
motherf*ckers tryin to be the goat
but, the moose is back, ah!
they tryin’ be the moose but they isn’t
they thinking they are the goat but they tripping
i only know one legend, he’s in heaven
you could never match his vibes,
you could never match his vision
they tryin’ be the moose but they isn’t
they thinking they the goat but they tripping
i only know one legend, he’s in heaven
you could never match his vibes,
you could never match his vision
paul pierce ain’t dead but we still want the truth back
all that means is somebody go and bring moose back
they get popped and smoked we brought the woo back
they tryin’ copy your style, they cannot do that
6 foot jatt, tall like his weapon
a don with the steele, never missed with the 47
i know you chilling with makaveli in heaven
shooting music videos with mac 10’s & mac 11’s
gripping the big choppa, chillin with big poppa
easily the eazy-e for punjabis the show stopper
the stage rocker when he gripping the mic
i seen you shine bright,
every time they dimmed out your light
making moves like g-unit, you know how we do
me & you, times 2, thats the s i d h u
waking up to billboards, give a fock about the views
trust me lil bro, you got nothing left to prove
they tryin’ be the moose but they isn’t
they thinking they the goat but they tripping
i only know one legend, he’s in heaven
you could never match his vibes,
you could never match his vision
they tryin’ be the moose but they isn’t
they thinking they the goat but they tripping
i only know one legend, he’s in heaven
you could never match his vibes,
you could never match his vision
(ar paisley verse)
crenshaw was full of people ’cause nip was one of the realist
and thats exactly why all those people were at your village
when it comes to writing these lyrics you were the sickest
we gon’ keep it going, this flame is not finished
i just need a minute to think i’m still tripping
i listen to love sick and take in you’re built different
the more i think about it, this life is unfair
but either way dawg i know you up there
just sitting in big trucks toating on big guns
spitting back to back bars with biggie and big pun
smiling a whole lot singing your big songs
rapping a whole story while sitting with king von
you talking your big shit saucing with big drip
popping wheelies in a tractor i know that you still lit
racing in sick whips, while pulling the stick shift
and since 295 just know that you been missed
pac prolly looked at you and
smiled when you played him last ride
’cause you caught him by surprise
so play it back again and throw up west side
’cause legends never die through the music their alive
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