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Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz | That's right bwoy | It's goin on, right here
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 (that's right) (that's right) God bless the dead (yeah don't stop) 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 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 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 (that's right) (that's right) God bless the dead (God bless the dead) Yeah, rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime (God bless the dead) 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 Slip for cock 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 ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag 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 Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead
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