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, we're meant to 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...