| Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
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| That’s right, bwoy, it’s goin' on, right here
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| Thug Life, God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead and buried, nigga, don’t worry
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| If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
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| I ain’t mad, I know you representin' the crew
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| And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
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| Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
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| If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
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| My role models gone or they locked in the pen
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| Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
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| The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
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| Sayin' shit don’t stop, nigga, no pity
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| We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
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| Money makin' motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
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| In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
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| I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
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| My epitaph will read «was the last of G’s»
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| Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| Man, ain’t nobody promised me a thang
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| I been caught up in this game
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| Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
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| I can see 'em in my head — pow!
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| Memories of my nigga but he dead now
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| Lookin' back in my yearbook
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| All the years took half my peers, they’re stretched for years
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| And if I die, will they all shed tears?
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| Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
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| Paranoia got me lookin' in the mirror
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| Behind me, life without my 9, I’d rather do the time
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| See, I’m old enough to know that ain’t no justice
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| and all the courts same way they fucked us
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| And why the hell am I locked in jail?
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| They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
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| In my mind I can see it comin'
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| And all the time it’s a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
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| I keep a gun and never run unless I’m comin' at ya
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| Cry later but for now let’s enjoy the laughter
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed too early
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| All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime
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| Real motherfuckin' G’s, this one is for you
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| Yo Stretch, Biggy
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| Yo Big, this is to you, my nigga
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| Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG’z
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| Sendin' they respect, ya know what I mean?
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| You my nigga for life, forever
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| You’re always gonna be with a nigga
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| No matter what, don’t forget that!
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| I pray before I go to sleep, «Dear God!»
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| Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
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| So I’m droppin' to my knees, «Oh why!»
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| Why you had to take my nigga with the rock-a-bye?
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| You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton
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| Niggas terrified of drama from the young gun
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| Hearin' that they did it outta fear don’t amaze me
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| But it’s mind-blowin' so I’m flowin' goin' crazy
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| Slipped, forgot the gun, but he didn’t run like a punk
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| He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
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| But spunk is what he had, kid, I’d rather attack Big
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| Now you 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
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| Wannabe suckas wanna test, I’m tellin' you, yes
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| The teflon’s 'bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
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| Guess who? |
| I’ll make a mess of your crew quick
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| The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead
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| God bless the dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God Bless The Dead , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп