Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Goes On , by - Wendy James. Release date: 07.02.2008
Song language: English
Life Goes On |
| How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz |
| Rest in peace young nigga, there’s a Heaven for a 'G' |
| be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death |
| my niggas, we tha last ones left |
| but life goes on… |
| Verse One: |
| As I bail through tha empty halls |
| breath stinkin' |
| in my draws |
| ring, ring, ring |
| quiet y’all |
| incoming call |
| plus this my homie from high school |
| he’s getting bye |
| It’s time to bury another brotha nobody cry |
| life as a baller |
| alchol and booty calls |
| we usta do them as adolecents |
| do you recall? |
| raised as G’s |
| loc’ed out and blazed the weed |
| get on tha roof |
| let’s get smoked out |
| and blaze with me 2 in tha morning |
| and we still high assed out |
| screamin''thug till I die' |
| before I passed out |
| but now that your gone |
| i’m in tha zone |
| thinkin' |
| 'I don’t wanna die all alone' |
| but now ya gone |
| and all I got left are stinkin’memories |
| I love them niggas to death |
| i’m drinkin’Hennessy |
| while tryin’ta make it last |
| I drank a 5th for that ass |
| when you passed… |
| cause life goes on Verse Two: |
| Yeah nigga |
| I got tha word as hell |
| ya blew trial and tha judge gave you |
| 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time |
| won’t see parole |
| imagine life as a convict |
| that’s getten’old |
| plus with tha drama |
| we’re lookin out for your babies mama |
| taken risks, while keepin’cheap tricks from gettin on her… |
| life in tha hood… |
| is all good for nobody |
| remember gamin’on dumb hoties at chill parties |
| Me and you |
| No true a two |
| while scheming on hits |
| and gettin tricks |
| that maybe we can slide into |
| but now you burried |
| rest nigga |
| cause I ain’t worried |
| eyes bluried |
| sayin’goodbye at the cemetary |
| tho’memories fade |
| I got your name tated on my arm |
| so we both ball till’my dying days |
| before I say goodbye |
| Kato, we’re meant to rest in peace |
| Thug till I die |
| Verse Three: |
| Bury me smilin' |
| with G’s in my pocket |
| have a party at my funeral |
| let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know |
| from way before |
| kiss me from my head to my toe |
| give me a paper and a pen |
| so I can write about my life of sin |
| a couple bottles of Gin |
| incase I don’t get in tell all my people i’m a Ridah |
| nobody cries when we die |
| we outlaws |
| let me ride |
| until I get free |
| I live my life in tha fast lane |
| got police chasen me to my niggas from old blocks |
| from old crews |
| niggas that guided me through |
| back in tha old school |
| pour out some liquor |
| have a toast for tha homies |
| see we both gotta die |
| but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone |
| you left your nigga on his own |
| how long we mourn |
| life goes on… |
| Chorus *repeats to end* |
| (sung overtop repeating chorus) |
| Life goes on homie |
| gone on, cause they passed away |
| Niggas doin’life |
| Niggas doin'50 and 60 years and shit |
| I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean |
| last year |
| we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on we’re gonna clock now |
| get money |
| evade bitches |
| evade tricks |
| give players plenty space |
| and basicaly just represent for you baby |
| next time you see your niggas |
| your gonna be on top nigga |
| their gonna be like, |
| 'Goddamn, them niggas came up' |
| that’s right baby |
| life goes on… |
| and we up out this bitch |
| hey Kato, Mental |
| y’all niggas make sure it’s popin’when we get up there |
| don’t front. |