Stretch - God Bless The Dead lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Rest in peace to my motherf**er Biggy Smallz That's right bwoy, it's goin on, right here Thug Life God bless the dead [Verse 1: 2Pac] God bless the dead, and buried n***a, don't worry if you see God first Tell him sh** 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 f** 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 hustlers, caught up in the whirlwind The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy Sayin sh** don't stop n***a no pity We all hoods, and all we ever had was dreams Money makin' motherf**ers 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 sh** to make the white man bleed God bless the dead [Hook: 2Pac] God bless the dead (x4) [Verse 2: 2Pac] Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang I been caught up in this game Ever since I was a little motherf**er wantin to hang I can see 'em in my head, pow Memories of my n***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 {f** the police} and all the courts, same way they f**ed 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 n***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 [Hook] [2Pac] Rest in peace to all the motherf**ers that pa**ed too early All the young motherf**ers that was took in they prime Real motherf**in G's, this one is for you Yo Stretch, Biggy [Verse 3: Stretch] Yo Big, this is to you my n***a Springfield Hollis Crew, Thug Life, YG'z Sendin they respect, yaknowhatImean? You my n***a for life, forever You're always gonna be with a n***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 is hard So I'm droppin to my knees, OH WHY? Why you had to take my n***a with the rock-a-bye? You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton n***as 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 for co*k 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 ratha attack Big Now ya bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did Wannabe s**ers wanna test, I'm tellin you, yes The teflon's bout to rip through your f**in vest Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew quick The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah [Hook: Stretch] God bless the dead (x4)