How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz? Rest in peace young nigga, there`s a Heaven for a "G"... Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death... My niggas, we tha last ones left... But life goes on.....
As I bail through tha empty halls... Breath stinkin` in my draws... Ring, ring, ring, Quiet y`all incoming call.. Plus this my homie from high school he getting by... It`s time to bury another brotha nobody cry... Life as a baller alcohol and booty calls... We usta do them as adolecents do you recall? Raised as G`s loc`ed out and blazed the weed... Get on tha roof let`s get smoked out... And blaze with me... 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out... Screamin` "Thug till I die" before I passed out... But now that your gone... I`m in tha zone... Thinkin` "I don`t wanna die all alone"... But now ya gone... And all I got left are stinkin` memories... I love them niggas to death I`m drinkin` Hennessy... While tryin` ta make it last... I drank a 5th for that @ss... When you passed.... `Cause life goes on...
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz... Rest in peace young nigga, there`s a Heaven for a "G"... Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death... My niggas, we tha last ones left... But life goes on.....
Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell... Ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L... Time to prepare to do fed time won`t see parole... Imagine life as a convict that`s gettin` old... Plus with tha drama... Wid lookin out for your baby`s mama... Takin` risks, while keepin` cheap tricks from Gettin on her... Life in tha hood is all good for nobody... Remember gamin` on dumb hotties at chill parties... Me and you... No true a two... While scheming on hits... And gettin tricks... That maybe we can slide into... But now you buried... Rest nigga `cause I ain`t worried... Eyes blurried... Sayin` goodbye at the cemetary... Tho` memories fade... I got your name tatted on my arm... So we both ball till` my dying days... Before I say goodbye... Kato, we`re meant to rest in peace... Thug till I die...
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz... Rest in peace young nigga, there`s a Heaven for a "G"... Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death... My niggas, we tha last ones left... But life goes on.....
Bury me smilin` with G`s in my pocket... Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it... Let tha hoes that I usta know... From way before... Kiss me from my head to my toe... Give me a paper and a pen... So I can write about my life of sin... A couple bottles of Gin... In case I don`t get in... Tell all my people i`m a Ridah... Nobody cries when we die... We outlaws. Let me ride... Until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane... Got police chasin` me... To my niggas from old blocks from old crews... Niggas that guided me through back in tha old school... Pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies... See we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me... And brothas miss ya while your gone... You left your nigga on his own... How long we mourn... Life goes on...
