For all them young niggas that didn't quite make it This year to another year Save the pain, I remember To all my thugs in the grave This one is for my homies and my thug niggas A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers A 'bout it motherfucker standing on the block Ain't no limit to his heart, 'cause his veins is non-stop And constantly a nigga catching them cases With them death situations A nigga blast with no hesitation Mama I wanna know where my daddy at My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat I wanna do, like them gangsters do I wanna gangster walk, I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk Just another young nigga in a song Mama always told me gangster's don't live long After I'm dead can you still see me Do you really want to be me I'm just another Bossaline I represent all them niggas trying to get paid But couldn't be saved Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave Ride nigga till I deduct Them things die nigga for fuck, fly, fly nigga Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle Hit the weed and get high for my nigga My partner my nigga, my round in my trigger From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga I'm mad I missed shit you could have showed me Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me I keep your memories in my endeavors Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain't trying to question God, but why so young That's why from daylight to night time I got my gun This fucking thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase That's why you better keep your faith or you're that thug in the grave To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave Rest in peace khaki's creased From the east side of Long Beach Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie 'Cause I can't understand how it went down We used to clown from town to town Claiming dogg pound Took you on Lollapalooza with a nigga L-Dog you my nigga if you don't get no bigger Spanky Loco from the the dub and Little Man from the I Dear God why them good niggas have to die I can't reminisce too long 'cause I'm in a war zone If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on So I'm gone mash on home But on the way I see some of my enemies And they tripping on me 'Cause I fuck with Master P but I'm heated, so beat it And another 87 case, I really don't need it Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie Shit we gone celebrate 'Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there To all my thugs in the grave I see ya when I get there I see ya when I get there © MY OWN CHIT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com