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[Featuring Stretch]

2pac:

Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls

That`s right boy, it`s goin on

Right here, Thug Life

God bless the dead

God bless the dead & buried nigga

Don`t worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse

I ain`t mad, I know you`re representin the crew

And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & 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 hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind

The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie

Sayin shit don`t stop, nigga, no pity

We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams

Money makin mothafuckas 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 Gs

Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed

God bless the dead"

Chorus - 2pac:

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

2pac:

Man, ain`t nobody promised me a thang

I been caught up in this game

Ever since I was a little motherfucka 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

Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror

Behind me, life without my nine, I`d rather do the time

See I`m old enough to know that ain`t no justice

Fuck the police & 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

By keepin gun & never run unless I`m comin at ya

Cry later but for now let`s enjoy the laughter

God bless the dead

Chorus

2pac:

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early

All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime

Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you

Yo Stretch, Biggie

Stretch:

Yo Big this is to you my nigga

Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz

Sendin they respect, know 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 save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard

So I`m covered to my knees, oh why?

Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?

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

Niggas terrified of comin 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

Slip for cock the gun but he didn`t run like a punk

He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk

For spunk is what he had, kid, I`d ratha attack Big

Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did

Wannabe suckers 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 Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

[Featuring Stretch]

2pac:

Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls

That`s right boy, it`s goin on

Right here, Thug Life

God bless the dead

God bless the dead & buried nigga

Don`t worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse

I ain`t mad, I know you`re representin the crew

And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & 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 hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind

The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie

Sayin shit don`t stop, nigga, no pity

We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams

Money makin mothafuckas 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 Gs

Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed

God bless the dead"

Chorus - 2pac:

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

2pac:

Man, ain`t nobody promised me a thang

I been caught up in this game

Ever since I was a little motherfucka 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

Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror

Behind me, life without my nine, I`d rather do the time

See I`m old enough to know that ain`t no justice

Fuck the police & 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

By keepin gun & never run unless I`m comin at ya

Cry later but for now let`s enjoy the laughter

God bless the dead

Chorus

2pac:

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early

All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime

Real motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you

Yo Stretch, Biggie

Stretch:

Yo Big this is to you my nigga

Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz

Sendin they respect, know 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 save my place before I start to eat, cause times is hard

So I`m covered to my knees, oh why?

Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?

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

Niggas terrified of comin 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

Slip for cock the gun but he didn`t run like a punk

He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk

For spunk is what he had, kid, I`d ratha attack Big

Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mack did

Wannabe suckers 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 Biggie Smalls and the ??? clique, yeah

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

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