歌词
作词 : 2Pac/Duane Nettlesbey
作曲 : 2Pac/Duane Nettlesbey
Rest in peace to my mother****ing Biggie Smalls
That's right boy it's goin on
Right here Thug Life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead and buried b***h
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 and a brew
**** 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, b***h, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' mother****ers 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"
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Man ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little mother****er 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
All the courts same way they ****ed 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 running
By keepin gun and never run unless
I'm comin at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead
That's right
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
To all the mother****ers that passed too early
All the young mother****ers that was took in they prime
Real mother****ing Gz, this one is for you
Yo stretch Biggie
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
****ing 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 c**k the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
For s***k 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 bulletproof 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 dead