Lyrics: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 passed out\nbut now that your gone\ni\'m in tha zone\nthinkin\'\n\'I don\'t wanna die all alone\'\nbut now ya gone\nand allI got left are stinkin\' memories\nI love them niggas to death\ni\'m drinkin\' Hennessy\nwhile tryin\' ta make it last\nI drank a 5th for that ass\nwhen you passed....\ncause life goes on\n\n[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 tricks from gettin on her...Life in tha hood is all good for nobodyRemember gamin\' on dumb hoties at chill partiesMe and youNo true a twoWhile scheming on hitsAnd gettin tricksAhat maybe we can slide intobut now you burriedRest niggaCause I ain\'t worriedEyes blurriedSayin\' goodbye at the cemetarytho\' memories fadeI got your name tatted on my armSo we both ball til\' my dying daysbefore I say goodbyeKato and Mental rest in peaceThug till I die![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 usta know\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 getin\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 60years 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. hip-hop, rap