How many brothas fell victim to tha streetzRest in peace young nigga, there\'s a Heaven for a \'G\'be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of deathmy niggas, we tha last ones leftbut life goes on.....[Verse One:]\n\nAs I bail through tha empty halls\nbreath stinkin\'\nin my draws\nring, ring, ring\nquiet y\'all\nincoming call\nplus this my homie from high school\nhe\'s getting by\nIt\'s time to bury another brotha nobody cry\nlife as a baller\nalcohol and booty calls\nwe usta do them as adolecents\ndo you recall?\nraised as G\'s\nloc\'ed out and blazed the weed\nget on tha roof\nlet\'s get smoked out\nand blaze with me\n2 in tha morning\nand we still high assed out\nscreamin\' \'thug till I die\'\nbefore I passedoutbut now that your gonei\'m in tha zonethinkin\'\'I don\'t wanna die all alone\'but now ya goneand all I got left are stinkin\' memoriesI love them niggas to deathi\'m drinkin\' Hennessywhile tryin\' ta make it lastI drank a 5th for that asswhen you passed....cause life goes on[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Two:]\n\nYeah nigga\nI got tha word as hell\nYa blew trial and tha judge gave you\n25 with an L\nTime to prepare to do fed time\nWon\'t see parole\nImagine life as a convict\nWhat\'s getten\' old\nPlus with tha drama\nWe\'re lookin out for your babies mama\nTaken risks, while keepin\' cheap tricksfrom gettin on her...\nLife in tha hood is all good for nobody\nRemember gamin\' on dumb hoties at chill parties\nMe and you\nNo true a two\nWhile scheming on hits\nAnd gettin tricks\nAhat maybe we can slide into\nbut now you burried\nRest nigga\nCause I ain\'t worried\nEyes blurried\nSayin\' goodbye at the cemetary\ntho\' memories fade\nI got your name tatted on my arm\nSo we both ball til\' my dying days\nbefore I say goodbye\nKato and Mental rest in peace\nThug till I die!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three:]\n\nBury me smilin\'\nwith G\'s in my pocket\nHave a party at my funeral\nLet every rapper rock it\nLet tha hoes that I ustaknow\nfrom way before\nKiss me from my head to my toe\nGive me a paper and a pen\nSo I can write about my life of sin\nA couple bottles of Gin\nIn case I don\'t get in\nTell all my people i\'m a Ridah\nNobody cries when we die\nwe outlaws, let me ride\nuntil I get free\nI live my life in tha fast lane\ngot police chasen me\nto my niggas from old blocks\nfrom old crews\nniggas that guided me through\nback in tha old school\nPour out some liquor\nHave a toast for tha homies\nSee we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me\nAnd brothas miss ya while your gone\nYou left your nigga on his own\nHow long we mourn\nLife goes on\n\n[Chorus repeats to end]\n[sung overtop repeating chorus]\n\nLife goes on homie\ngone on, cause they passed away\nNiggas doin\' life\nNiggas doin\' 50 and 60 years and shit\nI feel ya nigga, trust me\nI feel ya\nYou know what I mean\nLast year\nWe poured out liquor for ya\nThis year nigga, life goes on\nWe\'re gonna clock now\nGet money\nEvade bitches\nEvade tricks\nGive players plenty space\nAnd basicaly just represent for you baby\nNext time you see your niggas\nWe\'re gonna be on top nigga\nYou\'re gonna be like,\nGoddamn, them niggas came up\'\nThat\'s right baby\nLife goes on\nand we up out this bitch\nhey Kato, Mental\nY\'all niggas make sure it\'s popin\' when we get up there\nDon\'t front. 2pac, Amaru, gangsta, goes, hip, hop, Life, makaveli, On, outlaws2pac, rap, Shakur, thuglife, Tupac, westside