Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with JaynHe was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.nHe had a rack of black jackets and some records to playnAnd my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with RaynnOpen the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on GayenGod bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may laynAnd now they'rennSweet home Alabama, where the skies are so bluenSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to YounnNow, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firmnHe was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a permnHe was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earnednAnd you can count on Jam Master, I was never concernednnWe all miss him but his mission is completed and donenNever worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ RunnAnd don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fearnThe only question we should ask is why are we still here?nBecause we'rennSweet home Alabama, where the skies are so bluenSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to YounnNow, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' controlnHe cut a record in a second, everybody was soldnAlways open to the words that I had to saynAlways helpin', never selfish, that was my man JaynnAnd we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's ideanAnd since home is where the heart is homey, he's still herenAnd now we'rennSweet home Alabama, where the skies are so bluenSweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You