[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