life goes on

• 2pacın all eyez on me albümünde yer alan hapisanedeyken arkadaşı için yazdığı süper şarkı ...
  
  how many brothas fell victim to tha 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 tha 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 bye
  it's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
  life as a baller
  alchol and booty calls
  we usta do them as adolecents
  do you recall?
  raised as g's
  loc'ed out and blazed the weed
  get on tha roof
  let's get smoked out
  and blaze with me
  2 in tha 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 left are stinkin' memories
  i love them niggas to death
  i'm drinkin' hennessy
  while tryin' ta make it last
  i drank a 5th for that ass
  when you passed...
  cause life goes on
  
  {verse two:}
  
  yeah nigga
  i got tha word as hell
  ya blew trial and tha 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 getten' old
  plus with tha drama
  we're lookin out for your babies mama
  taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
  life in tha 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 you burried
  rest nigga
  cause i ain't worried
  eyes bluried
  sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
  tho' memories fade
  i got your name tated on my arm
  so we both ball till' my dying days
  before i say goodbye
  kato and mental rest in peace
  thug till i die
  
  {verse three:}
  
  bury me smilin'
  with g's in my pocket
  have a party at my funeral
  let every rapper rock it
  let tha hoes that i usta 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
  incase 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 tha fast lane
  got police chasen me
  to my niggas from old blocks
  from old crews
  niggas that guided me through
  back in tha old school
  pour out some liquor
  have a toast for tha homies
  see we both gotta die
  but ya chose to go before me
  and brothas miss ya while your gone
  you left your nigga on his own
  how long we mourn
  life goes on...
  
  {chorus repeats to end}
  {sung overtop repeating chorus}
  
  life goes on homie
  gone on, cause they passed away
  niggas doin' life
  niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
  i feel ya nigga, trust me
  i feel ya
  you know what i mean
  last year
  we poured out liquor for ya
  this year nigga, life goes on
  we're gonna clock now
  get money
  evade bitches
  evade tricks
  give players plenty space
  and basicaly just represent for you baby
  next time you see your niggas
  your gonna be on top nigga
  their gonna be like,
  'goddamn, them niggas came up'
  that's right baby
  life goes on...
  and we up out this bitch
  hey kato, mental
  y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
  don't front.