Light Em Up (RIP Doe B)

Light Em Up (RIP Doe B) - T.I./Pharrell/WatchTheDuck

(Intro: Pharrell)

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

(Verse 1: T.I.)

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment?

Erybody going deeper to the dark

Point of no return, following the evil

Running from the Lord, hatred in the heart

Off a ni**a, poison a ni**a

Used to play and trade toys with a ni**a

Now you gotta go to war with a ni**a

Just because you got more than a ni**a

Motherf**kers kamikaze you

They rather die then see you live fly

Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto America

Man, we just lucky that we make it out

See so much potential, lost some reputation

You would think eventually we will get it

They say you got it, they don't even want it

It just hurt so much for them to see you with it

What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait

To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the making

What we put together never let 'em take it

Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it

(Hook: Pharrell)

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it, huh

(Post-Hook: Pharrell)

Get your lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

Get your lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up

(Verse 2: T.I.)

You know when I met you, sitting in the car

Buckhead in the mall, you was something special

He was just a young ni**a, still he never got excited

It was hard to overwhelm a fat ni**a

With a eye patch, swingin' hard

Reppin' role tide Alabama

You can tell he was kickin' too much flavor

On a country ni**a, made 'em wanna kill him

Still to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'

Ni**a wish him dead, he ain't even feel it

At your video, I could feel the then

We was at the club, ni**a couldn't get it in

They was stuck outside, start to look at you

And as you should, you looked like "f**k I 'posed to do?"

Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"

You said "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"

Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude

They'll come around in a year or two"

Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the family

Said "I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy"

Showed you how to mix the Actavis with candy

Doin' 160 with me, he ain't panic

Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?

Working with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"

All you said was "Run it, book the flight I'm coming

'Fore I leave though, I gotta handle something""

I just said "okay", I hung up the phone

Couple hours later, damn my ni**a gone

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

Devil's business, my brother gone

Supposed to be a living legend, hating ni**a sent you home

But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky

On the 4th of July, and light him up

(Post-Hook)

Get your lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up