Life Goes On

2Pac [Explicit Content]

Life Goes On (Original Version)

Chorus:
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 are tha last ones left
But life goes on.....
(Repeat Chorus)

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 by
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
Life as a baler, alcohol and booty calls
We usta do them as adolescents, 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

Chorus x2

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 cemetery

Tho' memories fade
I got your name tatooed on my arm
So we both ball till' my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die

Chorus

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 basically 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

 

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