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How many brothers fell victim to the streets? | Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G | Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of dea…
How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death M n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws 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 brother, nobody cry Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me Two in the morning and we still high assed out Screaming, "Thug 'til I die" before I passed out But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now ya gone And all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them n—s to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy While trying to make it last I drank a fifth for that when you passed 'Cause life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n—, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on) My n—, we the last ones left, and life goes on (life goes on) Yeah n—, I got the word is 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 getting old Plus with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties Me and you, no truer two While scheming on hits And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into But now you buried rest n— 'cause I ain't worried Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball 'til my dying days Before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace, thug 'til I die! How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n—, we the last ones left, and life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? (Life goes on) Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on) My n—, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes on (life goes on) Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know From way before kiss me from my head to my toe Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in Tell all my people I'm a Ridah Nobody cries when we die, we Outlaws, let me ride Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane Got police chasing me To my n—s from old blocks, from old crews N—s that guided me through back in the old school Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me And brothers, miss ya while you're gone You left your n— on his own, how long we mourn? Life goes on (How many brothers fell victim to the streets?) Rest in peace young n—, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on homie) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (gone on, 'cause they passed away) N—s doing life, n—s doing 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya n—, trust me, I feel ya You know what I mean Last year we poured out liquor for ya This year n—, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks Give playa haters plenty of space And basically just represent for you baby Next time you see your n—s, you're gonna be on top, n— They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them n—s came up" That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all n—s make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man Don't front (Life goes on) Hold me no more, hold me no more Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do
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