For all them young niggas that didnt quite make it to another year
To all my thugs in the grave
This one is for my homies and my thug niggas
A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
A bout it motherfucker standing on the block
Aint no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop
And constantly a nigga catching them cases
With them death situations
A nigga blast with no hesitation
Mama I wanna now where my daddy at
My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat
I wanna do, like them gangsters do
I wanna gangster walk
I caught a bullet now Im in some chalk
Just another young nigga in a song
Mama always told me gangsters dont live long
After Im dead can you still see me
Do you really want to be me
Im just another bossaline
I represent all them niggas trying to get paid
But couldnt be saved
Huh, yall now what Im talking about
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
Ride nigga till I deduct
Them things die nigga for fuck
Fly. fly nigga
Since you absent Ima tilt the bottle
hit the weed and get high for my nigga
My partner my nigga
My round in my trigger
From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga
Im mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck)
Shit still aint the same even though my mama told me
I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga)
Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us
I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on
My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone
I aint trying to question God, but why so young
Thats why from daylight to night time I got my gun
This fucking thing we call life aint nothing but a phase
Thats why you better keep your faith,or youre that thug in the grave
Rest in peace khakis creased
From the east side of Long Beach
Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie
Cause I cant understand how it went down
We used to clown from town to town
Claiming dogg pound
Took you on lollapalooza with a nigga
L0Dog you my nigga
If you dont get no bigger
Spanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the I
Dear God why them good niggas have to die
I cant reminisce too long
Cause Im in a war zone
If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on
So Im gone mash on home
but on the way I see some of my enemies
And they tripping on me
Cause I fuck with Master P
But I;m heated, so beat it
And another 87 case, I really dont need it
Proceeded, I aint gone cry for the homie
Shit we gone celebrate
Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place
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