Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe datDear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to PacI was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga
Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor
We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queenWas a dream smokin' and drinkin?
Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
[Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up
Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch upThink of all the times that I rolled wit mine
Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you
Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join youAshes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touchAshes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touchWe was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke
Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
You was over in New York to film this movie called juiceCalled you back up you told me pack up
Me and you and stretch could shack up
The thug luv back up the act up
Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss
'Cause they know we all kicked up dustYou remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race
You beat his ass then you spit in his face
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels
And Big Stretch punched him out his shoesBack then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'
That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen
We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemosYou was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still
Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill
Nigga I felt you
We was back an forth borough to projects for fortsDamn I wish they knew how much you loved New York
Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
Mothafuck that I miss my nigga
I'm a mourn you 'til I join youYou ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya
I'm gonna keep your name on the streetsAshes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touchAshes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touchI'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert
Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt
This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich
You're supposed to see a lot more than thisThey brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
We were here ah ha rapist they shout
Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'boutYou was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that liedA little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me
Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgerySo I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through
Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do
So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need
You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weedSo I asked you not to go over and over God knows
You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
So we got over that, you held up got locked
[Unverified] they had you caged when I stoppedYeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link
They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?
At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hayAfter that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
Now we in these savage ages
Even yourself predicted that last night in VegasI heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged
And a part of his heart right here in Venice
At the same time you was both loved and feared
M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year
I'm a mourn you 'til I join youAshes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touchAshes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touchWe'll mourn, that's what we'll do
We'll mourn, 'till we're with you