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2Pac
Life Goes On

How many brothas fell victim to tha streets
rest in peace young nigga
ther'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 ya'll
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting by, it's time ta worry
another brotha, nobody cry
life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls
we usta do them adolecents, do you recall?
raised as a G's, loc'ed out and bazed tha weed
get on tha roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me
2 in tha mornin' and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out
but now you're gone, I'm in tha zone thinkin'
'I don't wanna die alone' but now you're gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin Hennesy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drink a 5th for that ass when you pass...
Cause life goes on...

How many brothas...

Yaeh nigga I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave ya 25 with an L
time to prepare to do fair time, won't see parole
imagine life as a convict that's gettin' old
plus with tha drama, we're lookin out for your babie's mama
taken risks while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her
life in tha hood is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties and chill parties
me and you no true a two
while schemeing on hits and gettin' tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now ya burried, rest nigga cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at tha cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dyin' days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant ta rest in peace
Thug till I die..

How many brothas......

Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hos 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
incase 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 ploce chasing 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 fortha homies
see we both gotta die but ya chose ta go before me
and brothas miss ya while yor're gone
you left your nigga on his own, how long we morn
Life goes on...

How many brothas......

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