God Bless the Dead Lyrics By 2Pac
Rest in peace to my motherfucker
Biggy Smalls
That's right boy it's goin' over
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
And buried ****
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 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 see my homeboy Biggy
Sayin', shit don't stop, ****
No pity
We all hoods
And all we ever had was dreams
Money making motherfuckers
Plottin' 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 Gs
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
Man
Ain't nobody promise me a thing
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker
Wantin' to hang
Like I can see 'em in my head
Past memories of my ****
But he dead now
Lookin' back at my yearbook
All the years took
Half my peers
Are 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
Paranoid got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine
I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know
There 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 **** 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
Yeah rest in peace
That passed too early
All the young motherfuckers
That was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin' Gs
This one is for you
Yo, Stretch, build
Yo Big
This is to you my ****
Springfield Hollis crew thug life Y-Gs
Sendin' they respect you know what I mean
You my **** for life
Forever
You're always gonna be with a ****
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 are hard
So I'm droppin' to my knees
Oh why?
Why'd you have to take my ****
With the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one
A ghetto hood son
Uzi weighin' a ton
****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
Slip 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 a sad bid
Now you're 'bout to smell
The aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe suckers wanna test
I'm telling you use
The teflon's 'bout to rip
Through your fuckin' vest
Guess who?
I'll make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smalls
And the thuggin' on clique yeah
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
