God Bless The Dead


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Intro: 2Pac

Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz
That’s right, bwoy, it’s goin’ on, right here
Thug Life, God bless the dead

Verse 1: 2Pac

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

Hook: 2Pac

God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

Verse 2: 2Pac

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

Fuck the police

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

Hook: 2Pac

God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

Interlude: 2Pac + Stretch

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!

Verse 3: Stretch

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

Hook: Stretch

God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead

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