yos ppl new song.... hip hop this time. by rap legend 2pac... he can change your opinion of rap music...that rap is not only about crapping about money, women violence and cars.. this song is damn zai... the last part is quite sad too... to me at least...
"Life Goes On"
Chorus: repeat 2X
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie,
If I told ya that I never thought of death
My niggas, we tha last ones left
But life goes on.....
Verse One: As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller alochol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me
2 in tha morning and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out
but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' '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 tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed....
cause life goes on
Chorus
Verse Two: Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha 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 getten' old
plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood... is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into
but now you buried rest nigga cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace
Thug till I die
Chorus Verse
Three: Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta 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 tha fast lane got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks from old crews
niggas that guided me through back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn
life goes on...
Chorus *repeats to end*
(sung overtop repeating chorus)
Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin' life Niggas doin' 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 players plenty space and basically just represent for you baby next time you see your niggas your gonna be on top nigga their 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 popin' when we get up there don't front.
| Thoughts Became Words At 11:12 PM |
