[2Pac] Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggy Smallz That's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead
God bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead"
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[2pac] Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang I been caught up in this game Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin to hang I can see 'em in my head, pow Memories of my nigga but he dead now Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took Half my peers, they're stretched for years And if I die will they all shed tears Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us And why the hell am I locked in jail They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell In my mind I can see it comin And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin By keepin gun & never run unless I'm comin at ya Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God bless the dead
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[2pac] Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you Yo Stretch, Biggie
[Stretch] Yo Big this is to you my nigga Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz Sendin they respect, know I mean? You my nigga for life, forever You're always gonna be with a nigga No matter what, don't forget that
I pray before I go to sleep "Dear God save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard So I'm covered to my knees, oh why? Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy? You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes The teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin vest Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
