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Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That's right boy, it's goin' on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead

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're 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 hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind

The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie
Sayin', "Shit don't stop, nigga, no pity"
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' mothafuckas 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, that's right

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 motherfucka wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow

Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin' back in my year book 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

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'
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

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Real motherfuckin' Gz, this one is for you
Yo stretch, biggie

Yo big this is to you my nigga
Springfield Hollis crew, thug life, Y G'z
Sendin' they respect, you know I mean?
You my nigga for life, forever
You're always gonna be with a nigga
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 nigga 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 gauze 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 fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew
Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah

God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls   That's right boy, it's goin' on   Right here, thug life   God bless the dead      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're 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 hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind      The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie   Sayin', "Shit don't stop, nigga, no pity"   We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams   Money makin' mothafuckas 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, that's right      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 motherfucka wantin' to hang   I can see 'em in my head, pow      Memories of my nigga but he dead now   Lookin' back in my year book 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      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'   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      Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early   All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime   Real motherfuckin' Gz, this one is for you   Yo stretch, biggie      Yo big this is to you my nigga   Springfield Hollis crew, thug life, Y G'z   Sendin' they respect, you know I mean?   You my nigga for life, forever   You're always gonna be with a nigga   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 nigga 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 gauze 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 fuckin' vest   Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew   Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah      God bless the dead   God bless the dead   God bless the dead   God bless the dead