[c-murder]
For all them young n***as that didn't quite make it to another year
To all my thugs in the grave
This one is for my homies and my thug n***as
A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
A bout 'it motherf**er standing on the block
Ain't no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop
And constantly a n***a catching them cases
With them d**h situations
A n***a blast with no hesitation
Mama i wanna now 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 n***a 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 n***as trying to get paid
But couldn't be saved
Huh, y'all now what i'm talking about
Chorus: c-murder and snoop dogg
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when i get there
See ya when i get there repeat 4x
[mystikal]
Ride n***a till i deduct
Them things die n***a for f**
Fly. fly n***a
Since you absent i'ma tilt the bottle
Hit the weed and get high for my n***a
My partner my n***a
My round in my trigger
From the little sh** i remember you was a down a** n***a
I'm mad i missed sh** you could have showed me (f**)
sh** still ain't the same even though my mama told me
I keep your memories in my endeavors (n***a)
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 n***a little mike, my n***a 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 f**ing 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
Chorus: repeat 4x
[snoop dogg]
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 n***a
L0dog you my n***a
If you don't get no bigger
Spanky loco from the the dub, and little man from the i
Dear god why them good n***as 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 f** 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
sh** we gone celebrate
Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place
Chorus: repeat 3x