How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call Plus this my homie from high school, he's getting by It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry Life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in the morning and we still high assed out Screaming "thug till I die" before I passed out But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone Thinking 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 trying to make it last I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed Cause life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, and life goes on Yeah nigga, I got the word is hell Ya blew trial and the 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 getting old Plus with the drama we're looking out for your baby's mama Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties Me and you, no truer two While scheming on hits And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into But now you buried. Rest, nigga, cause I ain't worried Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball till my dying days Before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace. Thug till I die! How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to 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 the fast lane Got police chasing me To my niggas from old blocks, from old crews Niggas that guided me through back in the old school Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me And brothers, miss ya while your gone You left your nigga on his own. How long we mourn? Life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Life goes on homie Gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doing life, niggas doing 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya, nigga. Trust me, I feel ya You know what I mean Last year we poured out liquor for ya This year nigga, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks, Give playa haters plenty of space, And basically just represent for you baby Next time you see your niggas, you're gonna be on top, nigga They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them niggas came up" That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man Don't front Life goes on
This song but with 2pac singin was played at my dads funeral
Love it made. More Tupac songs
hell yeahh!
I’ve been waiting for this 🔥❤️
BRO PLEASE SO MANY TEARS BY TUPAC
Please do all songs by Pac :)
Please do "Unconditional Luv"
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school, he's getting by
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry
Life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?
Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me
2 in the morning and we still high assed out
Screaming "thug till I die" before I passed out
But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone
Thinking 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 trying to make it last
I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed
Cause life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, and life goes on
Yeah nigga, I got the word is hell
Ya blew trial and the 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 getting old
Plus with the drama we're looking out for your baby's mama
Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties
Me and you, no truer two
While scheming on hits
And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
But now you buried. Rest, nigga, cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball till my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace. Thug till I die!
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used to 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 the fast lane
Got police chasing me
To my niggas from old blocks, from old crews
Niggas that guided me through back in the old school
Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies
See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me
And brothers, miss ya while your gone
You left your nigga on his own. How long we mourn?
Life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Life goes on homie
Gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doing life, niggas doing 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya, nigga. Trust me, I feel ya
You know what I mean
Last year we poured out liquor for ya
This year nigga, life goes on
We're gonna clock now
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks,
Give playa haters plenty of space,
And basically just represent for you baby
Next time you see your niggas, you're gonna be on top, nigga
They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them niggas came up"
That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch
Hey Kato, Mental
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man
Don't front
Life goes on
Lit 🔥
❤️
Nice