God Bless The Dead - 2Pac

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz

That’s right, bwoy, it’s goin' on, right here

Thug Life, God bless the dead

God bless the dead and buried, nigga, don’t worry

If you see God first, tell him shit got worse

I ain’t mad, I know you representin' the 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 Biggy

Sayin' shit don’t stop, nigga, no pity

We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams

Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes

In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind

I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time

My epitaph will read «was the last of G’s»

Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

Man, ain’t nobody promised me a thang

I been caught up in this game

Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang

I can see 'em in my head — pow!

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

Lookin' back in my yearbook

All the years took half my peers, they’re stretched for years

And if I die, will they all shed tears?

Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear

Paranoia got me lookin' in the mirror

Behind me, life without my 9, I’d rather do the time

See, I’m old enough to know that 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 be shocked as hell

In my mind I can see it comin'

And all the time it’s a plot to keep a nigga runnin'

I keep a gun and never run unless I’m comin' at ya

Cry later but for now let’s enjoy the laughter

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Real motherfuckin' G’s, this one is for you

Yo Stretch, Biggy

Yo Big, this is to you, my nigga

Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG’z

Sendin' they respect, ya know what I mean?

You my nigga for life, forever

You’re always gonna be with 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

So I’m droppin' to my knees, «Oh why!»

Why you had to take my nigga with the rock-a-bye?

You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton

Niggas terrified of drama from the young gun

Hearin' that they did it outta 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 gauge in the trunk

But spunk is what he had, kid, I’d rather attack Big

Now you 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did

Wannabe suckas wanna test, I’m tellin' you, yes

The teflon’s 'bout to rip through your fuckin' vest

Guess who?

I’ll make a mess of your crew quick

The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead