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(chorus:repeat 2x)How many brothas fell victom to the streetz rest in peace young nigga, there's a heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If i told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on.....verse one:As I bail through the empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting by it's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alcohol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as G's locked out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in the morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before i passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' i don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all i got are stinkin' memories I love them niggas to death i'm drinkin, Hennessey while tryin' ta make it las I drank a 5th for tha ass then you passed....chorusverse twoyeah nigga I got tha world as hell ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's gettin old plus with the drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap trick from gettin on her...life in ha hood is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties me and you no true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now your burried rest nigga cause i ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary those memories fade i got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye kato, we're meant to rest in peace thug till I diechorusverse three:Bury me still smilin, with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let that hoes that i usta know from way before kiss me from head to toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life or sin a couple bottles of gin incase i don't get
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