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 Paroles de Life Goes OnHow 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're the last ones left Life Goes On....
As I bail through the empty walls
breath stinking in my draws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all incoming call
plus this my homey from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brother
nobody cry
life as a baller alcohol and booty calls
We use 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're 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 alone'.
But now you're gone and all I got left are stinking memories
I love them niggas to death
I'm drinking Hennessy
while trying to make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.. 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're the last ones left Life Goes On....
Yeah nigga I got the word it's hell you blew trial
and the judges gave you 25 with an L
time to prepare to do fair 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 taking risks,
while keeping' cheap tricks from getting on
her life in the hood is all good for nobody
remember gaming on dumb
hoties at chill parties me and you no true a two while scheming on hits and getting
tricks that maybe we can slide into
but now you're buried Rest nigga cause I ain't worried
eyes blurry saying goodbye at the
cemetary though memories fade
I got your name tattoted on my arm So we both ball till' my dying day before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die
Bury me smiling'
with g's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let the hos that I use to know
from way before kiss me from 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 rider
Nobody cries when we die
We're 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 you while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn life goes on... |
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