Artist: 2Pac Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. Song: Keep Ya Head Up Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Eeewww child things are gonna get easier Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter Eeewww child things are gonna get easier Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter Verse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Chorus Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up Changes Verse 1 Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is Chorus : Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah Repeat Verse 2 I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is Talking: We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. Verse 3 And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Dear Mama You are appreciated Verse One: 2Pac When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac * Lady... Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama Place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya? * second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama" Verse Two: 2Pac Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent when the rent's due I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus Verse Three: 2Pac Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act craaazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Chorus Sweet lady And dear mama Dear mama Lady (3X) Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: Fuck the World Who you callin' rapist ?? ain't that a bitch you devils are so two faced wanna see me locked in chains droped in shame and getten socked by these crooked cops and game fuckin' with tha young black male tryin' ta stack bail and stay away from tha packed jails told tha judge i'm in danger and that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber Fuck tha World Chorus their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up screamin' fuck tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care just woke up and scream fuck tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care I woke up and screamed fuck tha world their tryin' ta say that I don't care Just got up and screamed fuck tha World When I was commin up ruff that wasn't even what you called it that's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcholics i'm getten threats to me commin from my enemies in their dreams is hell where they sending me ? have I lost control or just another soul a car full of motherfuckers when we roll sippen on that as I sit back life as a big mack brothers come up and say 'you did that?' brotha take your eyes off tha prize and even when you getten high don't hesitate to try cause you could fall off or stay ballin' niggas we all in ? and all my mothafuckers callen... fuck tha World... Chorus fuck tha World Damn, they wanna label me a menace cause i'm sitten here sippin on Guinness weighin' 165 and these tricks should die for being jelous of a brotha when he rides I can see it in your eyes you wanna see a young player fallen they hate ta see a nigga ballin' some of you suckers is rotten plotten on what I got then you wonder why I shot him (booya) please stop given game for free you wanna hang with me ? like being a thug is tha thang ta be but I got love for my homies tha G's and macks so if your black then ya better stay strapped nigga, fuck tha World... Chorus Fuck tha World Fuck it... I hear my niggas screamin' fuck tha world... they wanna know if I claim tha click that i'm hangin' with and if i'm down with this bangin' shit well, homie I don't give a fuck if ya blood or cuz long as ya got love for thugs but don't try ta test me out stall that homie this is thug life nigga and we all strapped I been through hell and back and if I fell, black then it's back to tha corner where we sell crack some of you niggas is bustas you runnin' around with these tramp ass bitches don't trust her but don't cry this world ain't prepared for us a straight thug mothafucker who ain't scared to bust fuck tha World.... Chorus Fuck tha World (I don't care) (I don't care) (fade....) Artist: 2Pac Album: R U Still Down (remember me) Song: Fuck All Y'all Intro: Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Verse 1 Money gone fuck friends I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc a nigga just got paid and we still was broke It took time but finally the cash was mine all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around and all I see is snakes and faces like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all Chorus Fuck all y'all 2x Verse 2 I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use cause I'm a hopeless thug Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was way back in the day before they put the crack in the way and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall Thug for life scrawled all across the wall and all about my dollars make me wanna holla drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow I know it's gettin' crazy after dark these marks keep on huffin' and puffin' ain't no fear in my heart What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai In 94 I'll be going solo too many problems with my own so I'm rolling do-do Fuck all y'all Chorus 3x Verse 3 I went from rags to riches quick to socializing with the baddest bitches went from a bucket to a rag with switches I'm seein' death around the corner I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai mixed with some indonesia watch me fly And even though I know the cops behind me hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch) will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before I know they wanna see a nigga buried but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs got me locked in these chains and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball I'm screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all Repeat of intro Artist: 2Pac f/ Stretch Album: Greatest Hits Song: God Bless the Dead 2pac: 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 & 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 & 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 Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead" Chorus - 2pac: God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead 2pac: 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 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 Fuck the police & 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 & never run unless I'm comin at ya Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter God bless the dead Chorus 2pac: 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 Stretch: Yo Big this is to you my nigga Springfield Hollis crew, Thug Life, YGz Sendin they respect, 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 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 fuckin 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 Artist: Makaveli Album: The Don Killuminati Song: Hail Mary Makaveli in this Killuminati, all through your body. The blows like a 12 guage shotty. Feel me. God said he should send his one big odd son to lead the wild in to the ways of the man. Follow me. Be my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus Come with me, Hail Mary, nigga run quick, see, what do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La la la la la la I ain't a killa but don't push me revennge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words quoted Peep the weakness in the rap game is shorted. Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein niggas comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, Rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin fields, Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mindo of a mad man screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, se me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say the game is all corupted, fuck this shit, stuck, niggas lucky if we bust out this shit, plus momma told me never stop until I bust a nut, fuck the world if they can't adjust. It's just as well Hail Mary. Chorus 2 times Penitintuary is back, but what promise make us Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas wastin Instutionlized I live my life a product Made to crumble, but to hardened to smile, were to crazy to be humble We ballin catch be father please cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store Pass the Hennessy I hear ya callin Can I get some more? Hail till I reach Hell, I ain't scared. Momma checkin in my bedroom I ain't there. I got a head wit no screws in it what can I do one life to live but I got nothin to lose Just me and you on a one way trip to prison Sellin drugs we all wrapped up in this livin life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doin there deal, Raise hell to this real shit and feel this When they turn out the lights I'll be down in the dark thuggin eternal through my heart Now Hail Mary Nigga Chorus 2x Kastro They got an APB out on my thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down K blasted off Hennessy and Ty chronic mixed Now I'm twisted, blisted and high visions of me thug livin gettin by forever lie, and I multiply survive by my thugs When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs. Young Noble Peep the whole seen, and whatever goin on around me Brain cloudy smoked out feelin rowdy Ready wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucka Nasty new slugger my heat seeks suckas on a regula Mashin in a stolin Black ack Integera Cock back sixty seconds till the draw that's when I deadin ya Feet first ya gotta a nice gat but my heat's worse From a thug to preachin preachin church I gave you love now you eatin dirt needin work and I ain't the nigga to put you up on, cause word in born When I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up There's only one way up, hold ya head stay up To all my nigga's get ya pay and wait up Kastro If it's on then it;s on, we rate B-breaks Outlaws on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin wit fate Hoping God don't close the gate. Repeat Chorus and Verse We've been traveling on this wavy road, long time ?????? but we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything with corine We free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything with corine Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penitintuary This is the time for reliberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli tha Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Dayz Hit Em' Up [Tupac] So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys Niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck with real ass G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New jers. Where plenty of murders occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these [???] Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off Nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama Fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, Fuck you, die slow mother fucker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us. Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist Fuck 'em. We Bad Boy killas. Artist: Thug Life (f/ 2Pac) w/ Nate Dogg Album: Thug Life Song: How Long Will They Mourn Me? How long will they mourn me Yeah! This for my nigga Kato It's still on nigga Thug Life, Thugs for life Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga 2Pac in this muthafucka (Tupac) All my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit) Retaliate and pull a 187 do real niggas get to go to heaven ? How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn) They should've shot me when I was born Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm How long will they mourn me ? (Chorus) I wish it would have been another How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Got them niggas all dead and shit) How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Nate Dogg) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) (Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin' Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin' Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ? So confused not knowing which way to go I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other side Watch over your family and your newborn Till we meet again homie How long will they mourn me ? (Chorus) I wish it would have been another (Yo Kato) How long will they mourn me (It's still on nigga) How long will they mourn my brother How long will they mourn me I wish it would have been another (Yeah) How long will they mourn me How long will they mourn my brother (Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10) (Rated R) Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad I'm tired of putting in work I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt And my peoples'll be mournin' When they get a call from the coroner All niggas can say is that's fucked up And get tossed up Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga) Rest and love to my nigga Kato See you in the crossroads real soon For now let me pour out some brew I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie Rest in peace How long will they mourn me ? () Ya know life's a fuckin' trip And everybody gotta go But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato Another nigga fell victim to the chrome It's enough to make you crazy It's fuckin' with my dome Ya only live once on this earth A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth But niggas say they down and they always be my homie But when a nigga gone How long will ya mourn me ? (Chorus) Yeah! I wish it would have been another (Mack 10 in this muthafucka) Yeah, how long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my bother (Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit, Nate Dogg do that shit nigga) I wish it would have been another Yeah! How long will ya mourn me How long will ya mourn my brother (This for my nigga Kato and all his kids) How long will ya mourn me I wish it would have been another How long will ya m