| How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
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| Rest in peace young nigga, there’s a Heaven for a 'G'
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| be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
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| my niggas, we tha last ones left
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| but life goes on…
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| Verse One:
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| As I bail through tha empty halls
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| breath stinkin'
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| in my draws
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| ring, ring, ring
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| quiet y’all
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| incoming call
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| plus this my homie from high school
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| he’s getting bye
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| It’s time to bury another brotha nobody cry
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| life as a baller
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| alchol and booty calls
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| we usta do them as adolecents
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| do you recall?
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| raised as G’s
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| loc’ed out and blazed the weed
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| get on tha roof
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| let’s get smoked out
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| and blaze with me 2 in tha morning
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| and we still high assed out
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| screamin''thug till I die'
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| before I passed out
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| but now that your gone
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| i’m in tha zone
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| thinkin'
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| 'I don’t wanna die all alone'
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| but now ya gone
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| and all I got left are stinkin’memories
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| I love them niggas to death
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| i’m drinkin’Hennessy
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| while tryin’ta make it last
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| I drank a 5th for that ass
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| when you passed…
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| cause life goes on Verse Two:
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| Yeah nigga
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| I got tha word as hell
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| ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
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| 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time
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| won’t see parole
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| imagine life as a convict
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| that’s getten’old
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| plus with tha drama
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| we’re lookin out for your babies mama
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| taken risks, while keepin’cheap tricks from gettin on her…
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| life in tha hood…
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| is all good for nobody
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| remember gamin’on dumb hoties at chill parties
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| Me and you
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| No true a two
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| while scheming on hits
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| and gettin tricks
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| that maybe we can slide into
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| but now you burried
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| rest nigga
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| cause I ain’t worried
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| eyes bluried
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| sayin’goodbye at the cemetary
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| tho’memories fade
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| I got your name tated on my arm
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| so we both ball till’my dying days
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| before I say goodbye
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| Kato, we’re meant to rest in peace
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| Thug till I die
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| Verse Three:
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| Bury me smilin'
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| with G’s in my pocket
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| have a party at my funeral
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| let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know
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| from way before
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| kiss me from my head to my toe
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| give me a paper and a pen
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| so I can write about my life of sin
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| a couple bottles of Gin
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| incase I don’t get in tell all my people i’m a Ridah
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| nobody cries when we die
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| we outlaws
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| let me ride
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| until I get free
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| I live my life in tha fast lane
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| got police chasen me to my niggas from old blocks
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| from old crews
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| niggas that guided me through
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| back in tha old school
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| pour out some liquor
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| have a toast for tha homies
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| see we both gotta die
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| but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone
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| you left your nigga on his own
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| how long we mourn
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| life goes on…
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| Chorus *repeats to end*
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| (sung overtop repeating chorus)
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| Life goes on homie
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| gone on, cause they passed away
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| Niggas doin’life
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| Niggas doin'50 and 60 years and shit
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| I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean
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| last year
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| we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on we’re gonna clock now
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| get money
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| evade bitches
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| evade tricks
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| give players plenty space
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| and basicaly just represent for you baby
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| next time you see your niggas
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| your gonna be on top nigga
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| their gonna be like,
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| 'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
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| that’s right baby
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| life goes on…
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| and we up out this bitch
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| hey Kato, Mental
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| y’all niggas make sure it’s popin’when we get up there
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| don’t front. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Goes On , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп