Fallen Soldiers
Cormega feat. Mobb Deep Lyrics


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Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah man, knowhatI'msayin, son?
Times be like that, my nigga died
You wake up the next day, and that shit really hits you like
"Damn, I ain't gon' see my nigga no more."
Shit's fuckin me up times, son
Word, yo, yo, yo

Yo, we bled for hours, now I learned to ?dwell? tomorrow
I had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor
'cause he was reppin on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder
Now I treasure our memories together, it's hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathin through pen
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends
I still remember you, beefin over bullshit, at basketball games cheatin
Yo, my cipher ain't complete, yo I'm sorry for that argument we had
On 12th Street over a cell, now I'm well into seakin ??? well
What we made up the same night
And through the years remained tight, the same love
The same gold rockin the same nights
Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin your name right

Chorus: (2x)
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
God forgive me for fillin niggas with slugs
And is it a crime when we was dealin these drugs?

And to my cousin Ben
my muthafuckin man, I find it hard to understand
That you gone, you physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from ??? I said peace
Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to clutch right
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it
Analyse, never think I forgot you, son you my heart
And even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns
Who ever thought we see this day come
Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
That her younger child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin wild
Ya'll gone now, but livin in my memory
You fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity

Chorus

Killa Black, whattup my nigga?
I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will
inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, dealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me
I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
Navigator ?rents been a shine and live brighter yeah?
The same old thing, gun, game and cocaine
Your brother Havoc got a platinum gold chain (shinin, kid)
Son, it's all good in the hood, I'm in a Lex with the wood-grain
??? is never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge real niggas who passed
Wheather holdin heater, in it for cash
Some of ya'll ???, some are pure like
Columbian raw, knockin on heaven's door
The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law
I reminisce your memories, for you this Hennessy I pour

Chorus





Yeah, to all my niggas me
I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tight

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Cormega feat. Mobb Deep's song "Fallen Soldiers" portray the emotions of a person who lost his dear friends due to the life struggles they faced as thugs. The song opens with the singer talking about the shock that he felt after finding out that his friend had died. He reminisces about the memories he shared with his friend Yammy, who was killed while trying to make some money. The singer then talks about how he regrets the argument he had with his other friend on 12th street and apologizes for it. Later, he mentions how he is making it his mission to represent his dead friends and their memories. They may be gone, but they will always be a part of his identity.


In the chorus, the singer talks about whether there is a heaven for thugs like them who have lost their lives living a criminal lifestyle. He asks for forgiveness for filling others with slugs and drug dealings.


The singer also talks about his cousin Ben, who passed away, and how hard it is for him to accept that he is no longer alive. He mentions the good times they shared and how he will always remember him. Lastly, he talks about his friend Killa Black, who was killed while dealing cocaine, and how he hopes that he is resting in a ghetto heaven building with Ill Will.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, we bled for hours, now I learned to ?dwell? tomorrow
I went through a lot of pain after my friend died, but now I've learned to focus on the future instead of dwelling on the past.


I had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor
My friend Yammy died, but I believe he can rest in peace because he was trying to make something of himself.


'cause he was reppin on his quest for dollars
Yammy was trying to make money and improve his life when he died.


I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder
I was with Yammy when he went uptown to measure out some drugs.


Now I treasure our memories together, it's hard to believe
I value the memories I have with Yammy, but it's hard to accept that I'll never see him again.


I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathin through pen
I'll never see Yammy again, but I'll keep his memory alive through my music.


Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends
Life can be beautiful, but it's also profound and emotional when it comes to an end.


I still remember you, beefin over bullshit, at basketball games cheatin
I still remember the times Yammy and I argued over trivial things while playing basketball.


Yo, my cipher ain't complete, yo I'm sorry for that argument we had
Our friendship wasn't perfect, and I regret the argument we had before he died.


On 12th Street over a cell, now I'm well into seakin
We had an argument on 12th street over a cell phone, but now I'm doing well and looking for peace.


What we made up the same night
We made up and reconciled the same night we argued.


And through the years remained tight, the same love
Despite our arguments, we remained close friends with the same bond of love.


Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin your name right
Since Yammy is gone, I'll make sure to honor and represent him well.


Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Have you ever lost someone you loved deeply?


Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
If you've lost someone who lived a rough life, you might wonder if they could still go to heaven.


God forgive me for fillin niggas with slugs
I pray to God for forgiveness for killing people in the past.


And is it a crime when we was dealin these drugs?
I wonder if I did something wrong by dealing drugs in the past.


And to my cousin Ben my muthafuckin man, I find it hard to understand
My cousin Ben was like a brother to me, and it's tough to come to terms with his death.


That you gone, you physical form is dormant
I know that Ben is gone, but his body is at rest now.


I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
I feel lost and directionless without Ben in my life, like the Chicago Bulls without Michael Jordan.


Tell my man J.B. from I said peace
Send my regards to my friend J.B. from wherever he is.


Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
I live a rough and dangerous lifestyle, but I also hold onto my music and career tightly.


With the same intensity that I used to clutch right
I hold onto my microphone with the same passion and intensity that I used to hold onto my gun.


G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
Our friend G-Fresh attended Ben's funeral, and it was a difficult experience for everyone.


And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it
If I get emotional and cry while rapping about Ben, it's because I can't control my emotions.


Analyse, never think I forgot you, son you my heart
Ben, don't think that I've forgotten about you - you'll always be in my heart.


And even death can't keep the two of us apart
Even though Ben has passed away, nothing can truly separate us.


From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns
From the very beginning, Ben and I were close friends who played together.


Who ever thought we see this day come
We never thought that we would see the day where one of us would be gone forever.


Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
Send my love to my mother and tell her I miss her.


That her younger child done her proud
Tell her that despite the struggles and hardships, I've made her proud.


I know she heard about me runnin wild
I'm aware that my mother has heard about some of the wild things I've done.


Ya'll gone now, but livin in my memory
Even though Ben, Yammy, and others are no longer with us, they're still very much alive in my memory.


You fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity
You guys are fallen soldiers who are now resting peacefully.


Killa Black, whattup my nigga?
What's up, Killa Black? It's been a while since we talked.


I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will inside a ghetto heaven building
I know that Killa Black is now in heaven with our other friend, Ill Will.


With a Mac-11, dealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens
I can imagine Killa Black in heaven with his favorite gun, selling drugs, and representing Queens.


Forty-First Side kid, you know me
Killa Black would know exactly who I am, representing Queens' 41st side.


I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
I imagine that their drugs are purer and the women are more attractive up in heaven.


Navigator ?rents been a shine and live brighter yeah?
I bet the cars up there are nicer and more luxurious than down here on earth.


The same old thing, gun, game and cocaine
Despite being in heaven, Killa Black is probably still up to the same old things - guns, drugs, and living the game.


Your brother Havoc got a platinum gold chain (shinin, kid)
I know that Havoc, Killa Black's brother, is doing well and living in luxury with his gold and platinum chain.


Son, it's all good in the hood, I'm in a Lex with the wood-grain
Everything is good back in the neighborhood, and I'm cruising around in a Lexus with nice interior.


??? is never misunderstood
I'm not sure what word is missing here, but I'm saying that Killa Black was always easy to understand and get along with.


Dearly departed
Killa Black, like many others in this song, has passed away and is now gone.


Hear me acknowledge real niggas who passed
I want to acknowledge and pay tribute to all the real guys who have died.


Wheather holdin heater, in it for cash
Whether they died while carrying a gun or grinding for money, I still respect and honor their lives.


Some of ya'll ???, some are pure like Columbian raw
I'm not sure what word is missing here, but I'm saying that some guys were bad, while others were like high-quality cocaine.


Knockin on heaven's door
They're now in heaven, where they can knock on its doors and be received by God.


The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law
The only thing that my guys were afraid of while they were alive was getting caught by the law.


I reminisce your memories, for you this Hennessy I pour
I miss you guys and remember our times together, so I'm pouring some Hennessy for you.




Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network
Written by: ALAN MALMAN, CORY MCKAY

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@runnerfromjupiter

[Intro]
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas

[Verse 1]
How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead—he can rest with honor
'Cause he was reppin on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder
I treasure our memories together, hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathe with a pen
So everyone can see you, my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends
Still remember you beefin' over bullshit calls at basketball games cheatin
Yo, my cipher ain't complete, I'm sorry for that argument we had
On twelfth street over a sale, knowing well that you was seekin dough as well
We made up the same night, through the years remained tight
The same love, same drugs, rockin' the same Nikes
Now that you gone, I'm here reppin' your name right

[Chorus]
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

[Verse 2]
To my cousin Bam
You my fuckin man, I find it hard to understand
You gone—your physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace
Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to crush white
G-Fresh was at your funeral (Word), son I felt it
And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it
Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart
And even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin' cartoons, shootin' playguns
Who ever thought we see this day come?
Tell my moms I miss her—give her a kiss
And tell her that her youngest child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin' wild
Y'all gone now, but livin in my memory
Fallen soldiers, sleepin' in serenity

[Chorus]
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

[Verse 3]
Killa Black, what up my nigga?
I know you chillin' with my nigga Ill Will
Inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, still in your jeans, screamin' Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me
I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
'Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there
The same old thing, except there ain't no pain
Your brother Havoc doing his thing, yo for real
It's all good in the hood, the Escalade with the wood-grain
Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed
Whether holdin' heat, or in it for cash
Some of y'all led sinister paths, some are pure like
Dominican raw, knockin on heaven's door
The only thing you ever ran from in life is law
I reminisce your memories, for you this Hennessy we pour



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@apimpreformed

Man this song just brings tears to my eyes …love this track

@justarandomniggafrm206

Same 😢

@Ryu_hayabusa561

this shit should have over a million views. sad that not many people can appreciate real hip hop.

@merquiadez

Most emotional song I've ever heard

@kharizmatikone1481

So true my guy. I always argue with a friend of mines about what's more important between swag and lyrics. Sadly, he thinks swag and having hit songs is more important. Personally, I don't wanna hear club and swag music all the time, this type of music is what counts to me. Swag is just a fad but lyrics will always stick with you. Lyrics is what makes a song timeless.

@bearhughes7009

Ryu Hayabusa no doubt, these new crabs could learn from this, but if you a so called hip hop head n don't know about MEGA ya don't count

@chillgasm

Ryu Hayabusa almost there

@cimonak

@@kharizmatikone1481 SWAG = Secretly We Are Gay.

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@shane2863

Rest In Power, Prodigy.

@suntanima

Rip

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