God Bless The Dead
2Pac"God Bless The Dead" is a song by 2Pac, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:40 long and contains 90 lines and 621 words.
0:05Rest in peace to my mothaf**ka Biggie Smalls
0:08That's right boy it's goin on
0:11Right here Thug Life
0:13God bless the dead
0:20God bless the dead and buried ni**a
0:22Don't worry if you see God
0:24First tell him sh*t got worse
0:25I ain't mad I know you're representin the crew
0:28And I can picture you in
0:29Heaven with a blunt and a brew
0:30F**k the world pain was a part of the game
0:33If you a baller money went as quick as it came
0:35My role models gone or they locked in the pen
0:38Straight hustlas caught up in the whirlwind
0:40The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
0:43Sayin sh*t don't stop ni**a no pity
0:45We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
0:48Money makin' mothaf**kas plot scandalous schemes
0:50In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
0:53I was addicted to tryin' never meant to do time
0:55My epitaph will read "Was the last of Gs
0:58Kicked the sh*t to make the white man bleed
1:00God bless the dead"
1:05God bless the dead
1:10God bless the dead
1:15God bless the dead
1:20Man ain't nobody promised me a thang
1:22I been caught up in this game
1:23Ever since I was a little motherf**ka wantin to hang
1:25I can see 'em in my head pow
1:28Memories of my ni**a but he dead now
1:30Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took
1:33Half my peers they're stretched for years
1:35And if I die will they all shed tears
1:37Two to the dome leave me alone
1:39Let me get my head clear
1:40Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror
1:42Behind me life without my nine
1:44I'd rather do the time
1:46See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
1:49All the courts same way they f**ked us
1:51And why the hell am I locked in jail
1:53They let them white boys free
1:54We be shocked as hell
1:55In my mind I can see it comin
1:57And all the time it's a plot to keep a ni**a runnin
2:00By keepin gun and never run unless
2:01I'm comin at ya
2:02Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
2:05God bless the dead
2:07That's right
2:10God bless the dead
2:15God bless the dead
2:16To all the motherf**kas that passed too early
2:18All the young motherf**kas that was took in they prime
2:21Real motherf**kin Gz this one is for you
2:24Yo stretch Biggie
2:26Yo big this is to you my ni**a
2:29Springfield Hollis crew
2:30Thug life YGz
2:32Sendin they respect know I mean
2:34You my ni**a for life forever
2:37You're always gonna be with a ni**a
2:39No matter what don't forget that
2:45I pray before I go to sleep
2:46Dear God save my place before
2:48I start to eat cause times is hard
2:49So I'm covered to my knees oh why
2:51Why you had to take my ni**a with the rock I buy
2:53You had to take a good one
2:55A ghetto hood son uzi weighin a ton
2:57Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun
2:59Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
3:02But it's mind blowin
3:03So I'm flowin goin crazy
3:04Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
3:07He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
3:09For spunk is what he had kid
3:11I'd ratha attack Big
3:12Now ya bout to smell the aftermath
3:14Of what the mack did
3:15Wannabe suckers wanna test I'm tellin you yes
3:17The teflon's bout to rip through your f**kin vest
3:19Guess who
3:20I'll make a mess of your crew quick
3:22The spirit Biggie Smalls and the clique yeah
3:24God bless the dead
3:29God bless the dead
3:35God bless the dead
3:40God bless the dead
Rest in peace to my mothaf**ka Biggie Smalls That's right boy it's goin on Right here Thug Life God bless the dead God bless the dead and buried ni**a Don't worry if you see God First tell him sh*t got worse I ain't mad I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew F**k 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 hustlas caught up in the whirlwind The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie Sayin sh*t don't stop ni**a no pity We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams Money makin' mothaf**kas 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 Gs Kicked the sh*t 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 promised me a thang I been caught up in this game Ever since I was a little motherf**ka wantin to hang I can see 'em in my head pow Memories of my ni**a 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 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 that ain't no justice All the courts same way they f**ked 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 ni**a runnin By keepin gun and never run unless I'm comin at ya Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God bless the dead That's right God bless the dead God bless the dead To all the motherf**kas that passed too early All the young motherf**kas that was took in they prime Real motherf**kin Gz this one is for you Yo stretch Biggie Yo big this is to you my ni**a Springfield Hollis crew Thug life YGz Sendin they respect know I mean You my ni**a for life forever You're always gonna be with a ni**a No matter what don't forget that I pray before I go to sleep Dear God save my place before I start to eat cause times is hard So I'm covered to my knees oh why Why you had to take my ni**a with the rock I buy You had to take a good one A ghetto hood son uzi weighin a ton Niggas terrified of comin 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 for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk For spunk is what he had kid I'd ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath Of what the mack did Wannabe suckers wanna test I'm tellin you yes The teflon's bout to rip through your f**kin vest Guess who I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggie Smalls and the clique yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead
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