God Bless The Dead

Rest in peace to my muthafucka Biggie Smalls That's right boy it's going on right here, Thug Life God Bless the Dead God Bless the Dead and buried niggas don't worry if you see God first tell em' shit got worse I ain't mad I know you representing a crew and I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck 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 hustlers caught up in the whirlwind The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie say that shit don't stop niggas No pity we all hoods and all we ever had was dreams money makin' muthafuckas plotting scandalous schemes In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to trying, never meant to do time My epitaph will read“was the last of Gee's” getting' shit that make the white man bleed God Bless the Dead That's right That's right God Bless the Dead Smile now cry later God Bless the Dead God bless the Dead Man ain't nobody promise me a thing I've been caught up in this game ever since I was a little muthafucka wantin' to hang I could see em' in my head POW! Memories of my nigga but he head now looking back in my yearbook All the years took half my peers a stretch 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 get me looking in the mirror behind me life without my nine I'd rather do the time See I'm old enough to know there ain't no justice, and all the courts same way they fucked us And why the hell am I locked in jail, they let them white boys free, we shocked as hell In my mind I can see it coming and all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga running I keep a gun and never run unless I'm coming at cha, cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God Bless the Dead That's right That's right God Bless the Dead yeah God Bless the Dead This is for all the muthafuckas that past too early, all them young muthafuckas that was took in their prime, real muthafucking gee's this one's for you. Yo stretch build Stretch: Yo big this is to you my nigga, Springfield, Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG's sending they respect ya know what I mean. You my nigga for life forever, you always gonna be wit' a nigga no matter what don't forget that I pray before I go to sleep, Dear God, say my grace before I start to eat Cause times is hard I'm droppin' to my knees oh why did you have to take my nigga wit the rockabye You had to take a good one a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton, niggas terrified of drama from the young gun Hearning that they did it out of fear don't amaze me, but it's mind blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy slipped forgot the gun but he didn't run like a punk, he shoulda had the gage in the trunk Spunk is what he gat get a rather sad bid Now you're bout to smell the aftermath of what the mad did wanna be suckas, wanna test I'm telling you, yes the teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin' vest Guess who, I'll make a mes sof you crew quick, the spirit of Biggie Smalls and the Commadant Click Go Bless the Dead Go Bless the Dead Go Bless the Dead Go Bless the Dead