Refrão:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young , there s a heaven for a G
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My , we the last ones left
But life goes on
Verso:
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 gettin 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
Screamin thug till I die before I passed out
But now that you re gone, I m in the zone
Thinkin I don t wanna die all alone
But now ya gone
And all I got left are stinkin memories
I love them s to death, I m drinkin Hennessy
While tryin to make it last
I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed
Cause life goes on
Refrão:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young , there s a heaven for a G (2x)
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My , we the last ones left
But life goes on
Verso:
Yeah I got the word 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 baby s mama
Takin risks, while keepin cheap tricks from gettin on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Remember gamin on dumb hotties 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 buried
Rest cause I ain t worried
Eyes blurried, sayin goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball till my dyin days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die
Refrão:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young , there s a heaven for a G (2x)
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My , we the last ones left
But life goes on
Verso:
Bury me smilin, 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 pen
So I can write about my life of sin
A coupla 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 the fast lane got police chasin me
To my s from old blocks from old crews
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 you while you re gone
You left your on his own, how long we moan
Life goes on
Refrão:
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young , there s a heaven for a G (2x)
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
My , we the last ones left
But life goes on
