Yo stretch, biggie
Yo big this is to you my nigga
So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?
Lookin' back in my year book all the years took
Niggas terrified of comin' from the young gun
God bless the dead
Don't worry if you see God first tell him shit got worse
Ever since I was a little motherfucka wantin' to hang
But it's mind blowin', so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
And why the hell am I locked in jail
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Dear God save my place before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack big
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
The Teflon's bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
I been caught up in this game
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
They let them white boys free
Sayin', "Shit don't stop, nigga, no pity"
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
He shoulda had the gauze in the trunk
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
God bless the dead
Fuck the police and all the courts same way they fucked us
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew
All the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind
Straight hustlas, caught up in the whirlwind
You're always gonna be with a nigga
I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew
We be shocked as hell
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead, that's right
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckas that passed too early
My epitaph will read was the last of G's
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
God bless the dead, that's right
And if I die will they all shed tears
Sendin' they respect, you know I mean?
I pray before I go to sleep
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?
You my nigga for life, forever
No matter what, don't forget that
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
Real motherfuckin' Gz, this one is for you
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy biggie
Paranoid got me lookin' in the mirror
God bless the dead
Right here, thug life
And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew
God bless the dead
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton
Now ya 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the Mack did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
God bless the dead
Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
Money makin' mothafuckas plot scandalous schemes
Springfield Hollis crew, thug life, Y G'z
In my mind I can see it comin'
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
God bless the dead and buried nigga
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
