Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Bless The Dead, artist - 2Pac. Album song Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Death Row, Interscope
Song language: English
God Bless The Dead |
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 |